LIVE! LIVE! Life is a banquet, and some sorry sons of bitches are starving!
....at the Casa du Borghese, as we decked the halls for the Christmas Holiday...
Hmmm... seems to me that The Mistress of the house should be posing for such a photo, as well. After all, it is the season of giving (and taking) and giving (and taking).
My ass would be the Dance of the Sugar Plums!!!!!
How dare you hide houseboy Josh from us after all this time, I MUST have him !My house needs a thorough going over and I'll need Josh for at least a month. He and his callipygous ASS can take a nude dip in my heated pool with Azrak and Lindberg,I'll be the envy of my So. Cal. neighborhood. :)I can't wait for houseboy Josh to enter me...entertain me... I mean clean the house of course. :-)
Dear, I feel as though some days, it's beyond me why I haven't installed a turn style, what with all this entering and existi....I mean, entertaining. But what can I say...it's been a most bountiful season of houseboys here this season.
Nothing beats a mouthful of hot nuts on a cold and dreary day! Jx
Neither does a steaming hot sausage.
Don't singe those chestnuts, Josh!
A side dish to a choice cut of beef.
I have seen Josh's chestnuts and they are fire.
The yule log isn't bad either.
Don't let those nuts burn!Love,Janie
All that edible goodness and me with no teeth! I'm getting way too old for this.
Hey don't knock it! Some people pay good money for no teeth action Duchess Deedles!!!!
Well, Mads, I must admit that I can still suck all of the yummy goodness out of a hot link. However, every once in a while, I wish I could still take a big bite out of a luscious, crisp, ripe apple. I think I may have to ask Balder Half for a raise.
ouch! sparks flying !
If you want them to know there is steak for dinner, you gotta let them HEAR it SIZZLE honey.
Oh, sweet boy, don't stand too close to that fire! xoxo
If these your houseboys, I'd like a job at your house. I have a few assets to add.
What lovely plum cakes!!!! I bet he has hard sauce too!!!!!
I love a good rump roast.
Soon as he's done there, I have just the place he can keep warm further.
Mmm mmm. It's rump roast for Christmas.
How will you know when they are done?
Why he's more hot than the fire itself.
My Dad used to roast sweet chestnuts on the coal shovel, resting on the coals.
Are you sure he's not the reason why the fire is burning?
what body and what ass!
Go ahead darling, tell me something fabulous!