My name is Ferdinand, or Ferdinand the fantastic feline, or Ferdinand that flipping cat, depending on which side of the fence you sit. This side of the divide, I'm purrfection on paws – an accurate description. That side, I'm *#*@*"!
I sit on many fences and have many stories to tell...!
Monday, December 18, 2006
Ferdinand's stockings
"How come your stocking is bigger than ours?" "Because my name has more letters in it." "Oh!"
Ferdinand diplomat: or how not to put your foot in it!
Thank you. Though it's just the truth. Mind you. I can't confess to always speaking the truth: I'd never say that Tracey had the largest bum per ratio on the planet, and if that person were to ask: "does my bum look big in this? I'd never say your bum is the ugliest celulite ridden, stretch-marked twin orbed pizza that ever disgraced the human being. No I would not say it looks good covered in a circus tent. No not me.
I would. And Martin does, and he really really really knows the quality of a good bum. He says "sails! -one trick pony: can we just hang up her pants!!!- or we could get someone else...! And X says: nobodies knickers are that huge!!!
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Perfect answer, Ferdinand!
Thank you. Though it's just the truth. Mind you. I can't confess to always speaking the truth: I'd never say that Tracey had the largest bum per ratio on the planet, and if that person were to ask: "does my bum look big in this? I'd never say your bum is the ugliest celulite ridden, stretch-marked twin orbed pizza that ever disgraced the human being. No I would not say it looks good covered in a circus tent. No not me.
I would. And Martin does, and he really really really knows the quality of a good bum.
He says "sails! -one trick pony: can we just hang up her pants!!!- or we could get someone else...!
And X says: nobodies knickers are that huge!!!
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