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Very, very sleepy:). Think I'll retire to bed with some toys; maybe the cuddly variety or...maybe not

For any watersports lovers out there:

'There was a young woman from Ealing/
who had a peculiar feeling/
She lay on her back/
And opened her crack/
And pissed all over the ceiling.'

Gone:). And yes, I'm a happy dwarf- though a pretty tall one at just short of 5 foot 8...!:)

No need to comment LL . Was hayfever xx

Happy now, i.e. not Sneezy any more:)

Sort of a cross between Sneezy and Dopey. Dopey as a result of being Sneezy all night, lol

Being able to go outside without getting frostbite and turning blue

I wonder why?

Could do a full on, seven dwarf themed, Lauren impersonation at this point- but I guess I'm just too Bashful

Am I bovvered?

Was Sneezy yesterday, early hayfever or something, but back to my usual today, i.e. Dopey

Oh whooah! Enough with the toenails , already!

Accidentally posted as Lexi. Doooh!!

Was just about to eat some, but don't really feel like it now. Quavers, that is, not toenails

Ewww ! Gross!!! Maybe a quaver that has been left in the back of the food cupboard for six months...!

Can't stop thinking about that bl**dy toenail! Gonna need therapy for this one. lol

I introduce an eighth dwarf; name of 'randy'.

Lo, Teepee

There was a young woman from Woking/
In desperate need of a poking/
She strolled up and down/
In a see -through night gown/
Strewing erections from here to...

Damn! Can't think of a punchline...!

Bridget Jones' Diary.

On the other hand....

'There was a young woman from Ealing/
Who had a peculiar feeling/
She lay on her back/
And opened her cr**ck/
And p****d all over the ceiling'.

Hee, hee:). Can anyone guess which movie I pinched this from?

Silly is good, CTR:). Correct that, I love silly . Last one was a Shakespeare sonnet. Going to go and read your silly ones, now:)

Am just a poetry nut, CTR - but only the sexy verses. Daffodils and 'lonely clouds' and all that sort of thing are just ...boring:)

My other favourite poem; :) 'My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun/ Coral is far more red than her lips' red/ If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun/ If hair be wires, black wires grow on her head/ I have seen roses, damask'd red and white But no such roses see I in her cheeks/ And in s...