Miss Understood

A brave new world, my succulent salmon?        Shall I send photos of my graphene swimwear?

It's transparent when wet.

Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr         to your new year

My dear Toad, I remember you.  You are one of the stalwart few who remain from those days when we migrated here from the sinking ship that was the original RWG.  They were fearsome times, and strong men such as yourself kept this ship afloat.

It's enough to make a lady feel ...... faint.  Vulnerable. 

Yum!  Hello, my succulent salmon. 

My dear Bart, those small divers are absolutely scrumptous.  Lovely beyond compare, my only complaint being their diminutive size.

As you know, size matters. 

Dinner time.  Rowrrrrrrrrrrrr

"Takes a few seconds" ............

Good things come to those that wait!  ~titter~

Succulent salmon............................

10 minutes ago, kernow said:

Being the new boy, please tell me who's wearing the lacy budgie smugglers then. 

Why hello, you delectable hunk of man meat. 

My delectable Sogeha, you too wear laPerla?  Perhaps we should "meet".

"Old" is purely a mental abstract lubricated by gin and sheer lace.

Titter!  I said lubricated!

My succulent salmon it is not the size of the boat it is rather how deep one fishes.  Calipers are not required.

My succulent salmon.... yes love how is it "hanging" down south?

:winkiss:

My dear sweet Corner Stone.  A pole dance is never appropriate for a lady of a certain age.  It is quite possible for a lady to lose her balance and topple unto a sodden catastrophe.  Have no fear my delectable morsel.  I have different plans for your pole. 

I am confident our beloved JetMid will not join us for this reunion, as there are Thin Red Lines on his cute little hairless backside. 

Now where is my Succulent Salmon?  Yum! 

Could someone just ban KingFrog so he stops annoying all of us?

My phantasmagorical Fanatic My Succulent Salmon attempts and fails to conceal a wicked evil streak.

Perchance the phrase hoist on his own petard comes to mind? Wild exaggerations heaped upon untruths woven into dubious claims of distaste - entwined with a salacious desire to observe, accompanied by frenetic stamping of tiny feet and balling of tiny furious fists reveals an Napoleonic personality, certain to self immolate on the dung heap of an overinflated ego.

Kingfrog nee Napoleon. Descartes postulated an overdeveloped self-confidence in the metaphysical solidity of the thinking ego is exposed as a psychological compensation for a lack of confidence in the reality of the "world". Perchance timepieces fit this reality?

And now our Napoleonic mini-me lies exposed.

I am confident my Succulent Salmon will not ban him, preferring instead the spectacle as his fondly named band of brothers unite in purpose to fan the flames of immolation.

Weenie anyone? I brought the buns. Oh dear the Yanks and quant colloquialisms!

My succulent salmon -sigh- perhaps you will be my daddy?

How I love Yankee colloquialisms!

Hello lads. Who has been naughty?

Titter!

I confess I am not the daughter of our fearsome warrior Ezio. Although the resemblance is there.

My good goodness, is my succulent salmon being sweetly skewered?

Dear delicious Michael Masterfully upon your Mancycle, and Jentle Jpz5142 (how I love alliteration, a weakness I admit) I shan't elaborate further than to admit a certain subtle salacity for my succulent salmon. You, as I, are in good hands. Titter!

One wonders, during the course of ones annual pilgrimmage, if those held dear fade away or remain in good vigour?

*sigh*  My Succulent Salmon remains, dare I say it, Rrrrrrrrrrrascally as ever. 

Ta   

Kiss .... to my delicious Petey M.

My ever so Succulent Salmon. Shall I visit your igloo and steal away another of your nine lives?

Miaouw! And dare I say it, purr.

My dear GWP, it is quite common to find a "Red" model 1680 Submariner from the early 1970s with the silver date disc.

Most WISE thing i ever did was to marry my wife!

Benim narin lokma, I can just eat you up, munchy munch munch! And haven't I been good to you since then, my handsome herring?

My virginity. But I do adore the ski resort obtained from the proceeds. Again.

Why does this remind me of the WRC Crew and their well deserved "thanks" for their successful season?

And where precisely has my succulent salmon hidden his glistening manliness? It has come to my well tuned Omniscient Orb that he has been a very, very, very bad boy!

Succulent Salmon comes to mind.

Where IS the lad? My hands are poised firmly upon my delectable hips. Tsk!