Beautiful, yes she was. Lovely blue eyes, stunning blonde hair, delicious smile. Her statuesque figure attracted numerous wandering eyes. But it was her legs that turned heads, caused hesitation in conversation. Those shapely stems, those gorgeous gams.
They were artificial.
Calls to mind Hefner's column of yore of reader's letters, all on the subject of Monopedia Mania. Guys strategizing to rendevous with the, ahem, liver 'n onions of a one-legged gal (is this what loused up Sir Paul?). Double amputees? Even we Quotidian7 rascals have our rules (oh yes, Jim, you were right, as were you John: though he {Q VII) was actually Supreme Pontiff of the Armenian church in Ruthenia, his self-administered ex-communication and suicide swiftly following the revelation of his bump-off of rogue yet conservative pope (and cousin), Statusquotidian The Unpleasant).
ReplyDeleteI learn so much on Putney's Palace. Sexual deviations. Papal history and intrigue. Tuition-free yet.
ReplyDeletePop, I like what you wrote, by the way. Sneaky wallop in less than 100 words.
Let's all go to the Mark Twain and order liver and onions to celebrate.