A Lady’s Body Expels But Very Little Moisture

It is uncommonly hot today which seriously foils my aim to exist in an elegant state of repose at all times. Sweat is certainly not becoming on a young lady and the sensation of damp cloth clinging to my lower back makes me feel almost plebeian. If a passing gentleman were to spy the droplets of moisture in my decolletage how would he know it came not from exertion but heat? How would he know that the sprawling mansion which I inhabit has been filled with trinkets and silks to fulfil my every desire which are summoned to me for my pleasure at my behest? That if I were to even attempt to reach for an object myself, one of my many servants would quickly intercept, begging that I do not tire my limbs? Finally, he would not be aware that all this hints at the largeness of my dowry and the sweet promise of a tightly guarded maidenhead that only a lady of my stature can possess, and, blushing coyly, trembling with both fright and anticipation, give?

Anyhoo, at this time I would just like to point out that about twenty five per cent of the traffic at this blog is directed here by a post that has been tagged with ‘Montreal Metro.’ So picture an average, likable, everyman, who lives perhaps in Kansas, and is planning on visiting Montreal because it is pretty close and affordable yet has a European feel because they speak French there, don’t they? Sally would love to see the lively street theatre and little Tommy, well, he’s hardly been past the state border! Let’s Google Montreal metro to figure out this newfangled underground train system…

And then he comes upon this post. That would be worth some ‘lols’ wouldn’t it?

~ by aconno on July 29, 2009.