Yesterday’s headline in paper stated that the latest feckless rogue trader ‘was sorry beyond words’…. Really!?! Errrm, he hardly was going to do a little victory dance and belt out “non, je ne regretted rien…” in court!
One perennial topic that crops up in conversations and in discussions time and time again is what is best cut or uncut. Obviously, in my most toutastic mode, I have to say I like them all, thin, chunky, long, short, pale, brown etc. Well, you get the gist. People tend to debate whether the reasons for circumcision are religious or more pragmatically down to improved hygiene. Nonsense! The real reason is that no self respecting Jewish woman would touch anything that isn’t at least 20% reduced….
Over the next 6 weeks until the 14th September, I will be able to visit you at your hotel or summer residence in South West France France for some special entente cordiale. Please note, I will only be able to offer outcalls. The areas I can cover could be anywhere near to Angoluleme, Poitiers, and Limoges. The minimum booking time will be2 hours given the likely distance covered.
Please contact me by email on burlesquehoney@gmail.com or call me on my normal floozy hotline on 0044 751 808 3448. An outcall will be 350 Euros for 2 hours or 500 for 4 hours. Any additional hour after that will be 100 Euros. Go on treat yourself to some Honey, you are worth it!
Right don’t say you have not been warned albeit last minute but I am off like some strange Honey bird for my annual summer migration to France this coming Tuesday. I need to leave a week earlier than planned so TOMORROW; the 1st of August is your last chance to play with me until the 17th September!
So pick up and dial my floozy hotline for some emergency Honey Lovin’ before I am off. Best call rather than email to avoid disappointment.
However, should you also find yourself in France too over the summer, south of Poitiers and would like to play with me for some hot summer frolicking, do email me for more details. Keep your eyes peeled for more information soon.
An elderly relative told me that there was nout more life affirming and uplifting than being alive at the funeral of someone from your era and who you were not particularly close to. While perhaps not exactly heart warmingly nice to barely stifle a snigger at a fresh grave, I could sort of see her point…
Mind you she used to scour all the obituaries in the major papers to check in case she had missed her own death somehow. Yep, you guessed right, my folks are a strange and motley crew.