Okay, let’s get to it straight away.
Yesterday evening, me sign. other goes away, with me thinking; Time for a well deserved w*nk.
(Well deserved?)
There I was, with my.. OK? with some nice pics of the Cheeky Gals, and into.. the bathroom.
After having found the right page, lay it down..
Then, I see some mag from me sign. odda..
Browsing through it.. Hello!
Nice Lady, that Elsa Pataky!
So, having said Cheeky Girls, count her as the third.
Then, after flushing and washing my hands..
(Too much information, thanks)
How ridiculous I thought afterwards, and I felt guilty.
Yes, for washing my hands.
I was gonna have a bath anyway!
Some more browsing, and I find Holly Willoughby in the same mag.
That dress had to be a little see-through though, you could see.. her legs!
Now.. Holly Willoughby said in some magazine once that the thought of boys reaching adolescence over her terrifies her.
I wonder how viewing it would make her feel.. (?)
So, she doesn’t fantasize about it?
I mean.. The joy of knowing you’re having (a) part in guys finding a way to get rid of all those hormones and stuff.
So she’s not like you and me, as celebrities are, according to a magazine.
Can’t think which ONE.
Anyway..
I wasn’t reaching adolescence over her, although I’d loved to!, the end result of staring at Miss Willoughby might be predictable, but then it came over me.. Who learned the to swim, anyway?!
Clean the gutter, I reminded myself, (?) as since my (morning) sig. other is preggers, no chance blaming it on her!