tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499498757122540754.post1613253591845570213..comments2024-03-11T03:00:15.215-07:00Comments on Fanny Love: Transvestite, Super-Model, Poet: My stall at the W.I.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12985003129636389121noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499498757122540754.post-41615640269884163782014-12-21T22:42:25.173-08:002014-12-21T22:42:25.173-08:00That's a wonderful turn of phrase "drippi...That's a wonderful turn of phrase "dripping like a George Foreman grill".<br /><br />Sadly, one of the elderly villagers (let's just call her Mrs B) wanted to test-drive the yellow one. She didn't even bother to do it in private, for size, as it were, right there and then in front of the entire village hall. I'll never understand rural ways...Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12985003129636389121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6499498757122540754.post-23773625695231869312014-12-21T15:40:40.825-08:002014-12-21T15:40:40.825-08:00That yellow one looks like a challenge. I bet thos...That yellow one looks like a challenge. I bet those WI ladies were dripping like a George Foreman grill. I know I am just looking at them, in fact I'm stuck to the chair!Mitzi https://www.blogger.com/profile/01416789788174823493noreply@blogger.com