Today, at the Livingston Mall, I got my arse pinched, hard. When I turned around to confont my attacker, I saw a very old lady in an electric wheelchair cacling maniacally whilst she scooted away. I feel both violated and amused, a combination I'm sure I've never experenced before.
Sent from my HTC PURE™, a Windows® phone from AT&T that has a very flat, hard, arse.
The Inn of Infinite Sadness, or alternatively, Smudge and Hobbes' Traumatising Transcendental Transatlantic Trip. Being the adventures of two very large, unwillingly peripatetic, half-Bengal cats and their owner (of rather similar description) as they prepare to leave the North American continent in search of a new life in their (the cats, not the owner) ancestral homeland of Aneda. Sigh, what I won't do for a decent cup of tea.
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