Once, while watching Australian rules football with an Aussie friend, I asked her why the players wear such minimal uniforms. She cocked an eyebrow and asked, as offended as lecherously, “Why not‽”
Oh, here’s that missing outrage. It was simply misfiled, we should’ve been looking under “Female Sexuality, Easily Threatened By.” Quite likely she may prefer the term ‘fan,’ but then that’s what a lech like that would say, isn’t it?
… ya prig! (I thought about going with ‘bluenose’ or ‘Mrs. Grundy’ but mostly didn’t want you to think I meant anything exceptionally mean by it. Shouldn’t’ve worried, should’ve known you weren’t that fragile.)
Once, while watching Australian rules football with an Aussie friend, I asked her why the players wear such minimal uniforms. She cocked an eyebrow and asked, as offended as lecherously, “Why not‽”
Trollop.
Oh, here’s that missing outrage. It was simply misfiled, we should’ve been looking under “Female Sexuality, Easily Threatened By.” Quite likely she may prefer the term ‘fan,’ but then that’s what a lech like that would say, isn’t it?
You dropped prig! That was a perfect ending!
… ya prig! (I thought about going with ‘bluenose’ or ‘Mrs. Grundy’ but mostly didn’t want you to think I meant anything exceptionally mean by it. Shouldn’t’ve worried, should’ve known you weren’t that fragile.)
Banter, it is so hard to know banter, so dangerous, and so sorely missed.