Posts tagged with perfumed
A significant portion of which is devoted to a spirited ‘crie de coeur’ on the subject of ready meal packaging, and most of the rest of which contemplates distasteful sexual activities practised upon Russian politicians. I’m up-front about this stuff, y’know.
… is delicious, extraordinary and quite goddamn sexy. Even if it *does* taste of raisins. Because wrinkles can be sexy, too.
… will help you avoid meting out acts of equine violence should you be confronted with the prospect of a Pinot Noir Twitter shindig
… is perfect for a reception or a party or a sly few mouthfuls before dinner with interesting company. Or even with boring company.
… will give you a subtly blossomed English caress — but perhaps leave you dreaming of ecstatic frenzy and phallic symbolism
… will hit your snout like a sharp gust of sea breeze, then indulge your gob with a full, florid plumpness
… comes dressed in an attention-seekingly sparkly top and laughs raucously enough to distract you from your own conversation.
… will zap you with spiced fruit
… is eyebrow-flappingly, toad-paralysingly sweet. Suicide-bombingly sweet. Sweet enough to make the sweetest goddamn kitten photo ON THE WHOLE OF THE INTERNETS seem only mildly touching