Glasgow based filthy property speculator with three daughters. Chess playing, food-loving, Francophile Cavalier King Charles lover with a heavy emphasis on doing as little as possible
Saturday, May 01, 2010
His Majesty's clothes
Whilst waiting for someone at Glasgow Central Station last evening, there were a group of nubile young ladies handing out cards -to men only. They passed me by, and I asked for a card.
"Nah," said the stunna. " It's for a lap-dancing club. You're too old"
" Besides, " said the other, " We don't let anyone in wearing cords."
As a friend hurtingly remarked,"It's as well they didn't see your underpants."
Definite lese-majeste
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Even purple cords?
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