itsmeagain

With that, Alphonse duly left the toilet, and went to hide in itsmes garden."I will climb a tree and that will give me a hiding lace when he chucks me out for good." Meanwhile, passerby Ernest Heppingball, 32, stopped to assist Winston to get Dave Flowerpith, 40, onto itsmes couch. "OK mate, alls well, youre back home now " declared Winston..but at the door clutching a gigantic vacuum cleaner, was Alphonse. "Any vacs needed?"he drawled, obsequiously.

Cheat

Meanwhile back at itsme's abode, Alphonse was trying to open the toilet door, his weasly little sweat encrusted body pushing with all his might at the door."Help beautiful ladies, help kind gent, do help". Yet nobody assisted him. He kept on yelling and then he softly slipped into a sleep. When Winston Wright, postman, knocked...

Deceit

Trickery

Reindeer

Just lurrrrrved the idea of a night out in London, pizza, pasta, red wine, cake, coffee, nightclub etc. Off they all sallied, happy as Larry. It was a real blustery night, rain battered the awnings, the rooftops and it was Anna...

Trinkets

Decor

Bells

Anna from Russia, Petrel from the Seychelles, and Carlina of Jamaica, were all lovely. Poppy is already well known to all 3 of our regular readers, so ......Alphonse made a dash to the toilet, copy of Daily Mirror in hand...."read it then use it" being his motto..and locked the door...if only Alphonse could lure one of the bevy to see him in itsme's bathroom. Itsme decided to...

Wind

And no sooner did he see a flea than Alphonse rushed sweatily out the front door. "Just going to my vehicle for my vacuum cleaner mate" he slavered, "see you soon". He came barging back in carrying a green hoover the size of a small pantechnicon, he plugged it in and within a millisecond it had devoured the pile of fag ash he had scattered on itsmeagain's floor. "All yours for the cost of a night with a Mayfair escort" he slavered, eerily. " Prostitution ain't my bag" replied itsme....

Texture

Terminating

Deer

Glory

a weasly little man, aged 46, with straggly bits of grey wool covering a greasy bald pate, old clothes, including a faded orange tee shirt, and blue three stripe tracksuit bottoms, arrived at the door. "Morning sir, Alphonse De Coarsey here, if I may kindly, at your service"....he said with saliva drooling down his chin " have you any way of buying one or two little combs off me? After all....

restorative

of

"Oh PC Onduty, oh you are a Bobby Dazzler, you are the best. Where have you been all my life? " and with that she lunged forward,smearing Dennis's face with pink lipstick. "I must advise you Trixie, that I need to find your husband Dexter....after all, Dexter the lad, he punched me he did, the bugger"

Cinematographic

Chocolate

Retrograde

Jane