Something… or Other

As you were… but perhaps this time without the pogo-stick and the overly intimate contact with the wood pigeon, if you don’t mind, that is.

This… er… blo… load of bolloc… this… whatever it is… does normally operate a somewhat informal dress code. However, full-frontal nudity is not normally the mode of dre… undress usually employed by those perusing these words of wisdo… this… er… stuff. Especially not when utilising their hand-held in such a flamboyant manner and with such over-elaborate gesture control.

Still, anyway, if we could get around to the subject of the day, as you are no-doubt eager to get on with whatever it is you do. That is when not disporting yourself to all and sundry in such a manner whilst feverishly stroking your… like we said.

Anyway, Rome wasn’t built in a day, as they say. Although, why they should say such a thing is somewhat of a mystery. After all, it is patently obvious that no builder in the history of the universe has ever built anything in just one day; we will leave for a more historically aware missive than this one. This missive today, however, will be about… er… something… or other….

Perhaps….

So… .

Hang on….

I hope you don’t mind me asking, but… is it supposed to do that?

Oh, I see….

And the doctor assured you it was perfectly normal, did he?

Right….

Actually, I’ve just remembered I’ve got rather an urgent appointment… on a distant continent.

So, if you would excuse me…?

If you wouldn’t mind just stepping to one side a bit. After all, I wouldn’t want to get too close to…. Are you sure the doctor didn’t mention anything about it doing that?

Right.

Thank you. No, It’s all right, I’m sure it will wash off… eventually.

Bye!