Forlorn.of.thee (fa'lo:n ŭv thē), p, my only strength and stay,forlorn of thee, whither shall I betake me, where subsist?
Paradise Lost by John Milton
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Friday, May 14, 2010

Sometimes when I cook, I weep...

I've talked about SNAGS and men buying pantyhose, about Guy-liner and Man-scara. It's back, love this advert ..."Sometimes when I cook, I weep." Muwhahaha...



I've also blogged about tradies, the good looking plumber who knows his U-bends, the sparkie who knows how to turn it on.

Here's a Tom-Magnum-Selleck tradie in his Chesty Bond's singlet who parks his ute, grabs a stubbie from the fridge and when his partner raises her eyebrows... don's an apron!



I think I'm going to chuck...