Well, no, didn't just fly in actually. Someone who shall remain nameless but whose initials are "R" rather flamboyantly effected my rescue from a most unpleasant stay in a Cairo hooscow (not a pillow mint to be had, let me assure you), where I was being wrongfully incarcerated because all my credit cards mysteriously went over the limit upon my checkout after a two week stay at the Semiramis Intercontinental. I called up Visa pretty hot under the cummerbund, they said something about having just received authorizations for a rather sizable "Happy Birthday to Me" sapphire and a dozen $240 men's bathing suits, but I know that couldn't have been right.
Well, now, shiver me timbers, perhaps I was mistaken CR - why, here are these funny looking bathing suits, a whole stack of 'em, now that I mention it. She says she's buying these for her kid??? Yeah right. They look more like something that is proverbially supposed to end the evening rolled up in a symbolic little ball at the foot of the bed. Seems our demure little birthday girl intends to have the thread hunkies give her a err..rousing online version of La Bare once the vino is flowing with suitable copiousness. Did you hear anything about this? |
