What Do You Care? You Never Comment; You Never Call; You Never Show Up

WET AND HUNGRY at my door on a hot summer night. So why should it matter to you whether we run bewbage on this blog?

I seem to recall doing that once.

Not for to me you never.

Oh, no.It was Drummond. ‘Smatter fact, it’s in the book you’re writing right now, innit?

I do believe you’ve called it, Dolly.

Well, there you go.

So I have to imagine it to make it happen?

Pretty much.

::sigh::

What!?

I’m imaginin’.