Last night was a social function down at the county club. As usual, I tried to be a pleasant life of the party, but upon existing the room, I could just feel the daggers of Phoebe Bixler and Hildegard Banigan ........
Is it my fault their husbands prefer my company?
Take it from me...it's hell being fabulous.
ReplyDeleteIsn't it though?
DeleteThe way I see it, they should be glad their husbands were able to show them those extra tricks in bed.
ReplyDeleteare we surprised the dress looks like reptilian scales? hardly.
ReplyDeleteYou should see the snake companion.
DeleteI always said the price one pays to be best dressed.
ReplyDeleteUsually about $20!
Deletedarling, those cunts are dried up old hags; they are just jealous that you still got it goin' on!
ReplyDeleteAnd probably banging their husbands
DeleteBut... I bet you know how to make a great exit.
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You should see my entrance!
DeleteHow long til the petals fall from the gown???
ReplyDeleteThose aren't petals. Those are prophylactics. Jx
DeleteBy time there all gone, I look like a picked wilt brown eyes Susan!
DeleteNice gown!
ReplyDeleteYou'd need a dress like that to cover your cock!
ReplyDeleteWhy do I have the feeling there may be a houseboy under the dress?
ReplyDeleteJealously of the neighborhood can be a terrible thing.
ReplyDeleteI love your dress. I get this all the time when I walk into the room. wives looking at me like I'm a piece of poo, and the husbands with their tongues out. Just rise above it, darling, you are better than they and that's why they hate you.
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