LIVE! LIVE! Life is a banquet, and some sorry sons of bitches are starving!
Testing one, two, three. My google thingy is acting wonky so I'm checking to see if I can still comment. I tried before and it vanished into thin air! Are ya trying to tell me something, Mads?
How often do you have to steam clean and sanitize your upholstery?
Well let's say we keep Stanley Steamer in business
Okay, we have take-off! Anyway, what I was trying to say is do you have heating? Those boys don't have an ounce of fat on them so I am willing to donate mine. I will sacrifice myself and jump on them. Those who survive will get plenty of body heat. That's just the way I roll. Literally.
No heat here Duchess Deedles....thats why we all sleep in a puppy pile at night!!!!
January is an important month to start calm and relaxed I think.
So these are the houseboys I hear about!!! Could I get your details about the employing agency? I could use them around here.
That first houseboy has very nice door knockers!!!
I would love to see his calling card.
Sweet Jesus, Mary Mother of Pearl is that one houseboys limber. I bet he's good for those hard to reach places!?!
With him around who needs a reach stick or back scratcher
What did Ms.Moorecock do now? Say no? Bwhahahaha!!! Could I borrow them for just a few hours to get down the decorations?
Sure...but heads up...there better with the balls.
love those men!!!
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without ms. moorecock around to supervise, the houseboyz have become lazy.
At least the one was stretching the sofa.
Oh, I see. You do keep that thermostat at a sensible seventy degrees? Because damn!XOXO
What time is dinner there?
Girl, a better question might be what's on the menu.
Start the year as you mean to go on, I say... Jx
I'll take number 4... please.
Yay! Finally got through! And what a beautiful show it is!
Yay!!!! Blogger seems to be getting worst.
I like the bendy one!
The poor house boy peering into the boudoir of the Mistress....wondering when he will return....
2021 is a nude year.Love,Janie
I think a few here would love that Janie!
Yeow! Look at all those butt chops! Now I'm sorry, but Mr. 5 is going to have to cut that out immediately because I don't like my upholstery smelling like taint, however flexible, but the rest, yes, even Mr. Jock and Shoes on the Couch, earn you a visit from Mr. Swanky Oyster! You do know where to find 'em Maddie!
Now you tell me to keep on the plastic slip covers.
My my my! Is this the Casa du Borghese or a bakery with fresh buns out of the oven?
And in both locations...things rise.
That last house boy need some serious punishment for waiting on a mirror! Bring that fine bottom to me.
What did he write that with?
I see the casa has many fine ass-ets. I believe we need to do a closer inspection.
Just wear your gloves to handle such equipment.
You could open a rental agency.
Maybe he means it as a compliment? Or maybe he was going to add a comma and the word PUHLEEEEZE! Kizzes.
I don't usually like sneakers on my sofa....buy with that hot ass, I can over look it.
Opening doors with a knob not belonging to the door? Lounging about in bed until mid afternoon?? Shoes on the furniture?!? Wiping their bums on the sofa cushions??!!? It seems someone needs to instill a bit of discipline in these houseboys. Is that what Ms Moorecock was up to to warrant the grafitti, I wonder?
Go ahead darling, tell me something fabulous!