And it's not that Liza would care - isn't he shacked up with Suzanne Burrows.. who he met on I"m a Celeb... Yet somehow I think he prefers it up him....
When we were in Malaya, The Gay Bar was a lovely chocolatey confection with fruit and nuts which you could buy in kiosks by the port. It came in a wrapper of Regency stripes. How times change.
Dear Frank, keep your hat on, dearie. Why don't you try a cock for size, you might like it.
To Anon 1: The Burrows story is a load of rubbish despite claims to the contrary. She told me herself they hadn't even had dinner let alone sight of Gest's cock. Still, Liza saw it.
To iknowsomethingyoudontknow (what a misnomer that is): All bars, gay and straight, offer a pint and the possibility of a fuck. Look to the intention, as criminal lawyers say.
To Anon 2: Why give all the detail away. I don't get paid for this, bitch.
To treasured and much admired Lavinia: What a lovely anecdote - though I have a feeling you'd fit in perfectly in your average gay bar. Queens love a strong woman.
— Dear Frank, keep your hat on, dearie. Why don't you try a cock for size, you might like it.
If you don't mind, I'll leave that to my brother... and to you, apparently. I'm not the kind of man who thinks any experience is worth having. I know what I like and what I don't. Thank you just the same, baby!
Sorry Madame A, I realised as soon as I posted that comment that it wasn't clear enough. It should be '...a pint and a fuck on the premises' - eating-in rather than take-away.
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My brother is gay. I'm not, but I often meet him at gay bars. So what? Is homosexuality a contagious disease? Sigh.
And it's not that Liza would care - isn't he shacked up with Suzanne Burrows.. who he met on I"m a Celeb... Yet somehow I think he prefers it up him....
a certain gay bar means madame doesn't know which, silly
When we were in Malaya, The Gay Bar was a lovely chocolatey confection with fruit and nuts which you could buy in kiosks by the port. It came in a wrapper of Regency stripes. How times change.
Dear Frank, keep your hat on, dearie. Why don't you try a cock for size, you might like it.
To Anon 1: The Burrows story is a load of rubbish despite claims to the contrary. She told me herself they hadn't even had dinner let alone sight of Gest's cock. Still, Liza saw it.
To iknowsomethingyoudontknow (what a misnomer that is): All bars, gay and straight, offer a pint and the possibility of a fuck. Look to the intention, as criminal lawyers say.
To Anon 2: Why give all the detail away. I don't get paid for this, bitch.
To treasured and much admired Lavinia: What a lovely anecdote - though I have a feeling you'd fit in perfectly in your average gay bar. Queens love a strong woman.
Bless you, darling, but I'm weaker than I seem. I'm terrified of cornered stags for example, having been charged in the Cairngorms as a girl.
— Dear Frank, keep your hat on, dearie. Why don't you try a cock for size, you might like it.
If you don't mind, I'll leave that to my brother... and to you, apparently. I'm not the kind of man who thinks any experience is worth having. I know what I like and what I don't. Thank you just the same, baby!
Sorry Madame A, I realised as soon as I posted that comment that it wasn't clear enough. It should be '...a pint and a fuck on the premises' - eating-in rather than take-away.
A very Strange looking Guy, He killed Michael Jackson's Top 20 for me.
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