tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744400422255448819.post8185853898167865519..comments2023-04-06T06:26:56.941+01:00Comments on flossing the cat: PUSSY GALORE, MEET MRS PLOD-ALONGFlossing the Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16298951261351587626noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744400422255448819.post-18734544875150842952011-11-28T16:26:41.913+00:002011-11-28T16:26:41.913+00:00Hi motherporridge. Be thankful that your wee only ...Hi motherporridge. Be thankful that your wee only came out after some hard laughing action, and then only a little drip. I, o the other hand, am like a little mouse. In the sense that if you had one of those ultra-violet LED tracker lights, you could probably see the trail of wee I leave around the house. <br /><br />Off to visit your blog now...Flossing the Cathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16298951261351587626noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744400422255448819.post-67454352244905177652011-11-27T20:00:56.315+00:002011-11-27T20:00:56.315+00:00'Bottomless pit of need?!' I just laughed ...'Bottomless pit of need?!' I just laughed so hard a bit of wee came out. Your partner and mine would get along.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744400422255448819.post-72438714133550199262011-11-10T11:16:01.492+00:002011-11-10T11:16:01.492+00:00Been on a bit of a blogging hiatus this week - I t...Been on a bit of a blogging hiatus this week - I think its called writers block. Never liked rounders ..... had the bat smacked in my face a few times !!!????***. Cheers for the tag - that's opening up a can of bad nicknames. Shall unveil in due course!Older Mumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02923339244117157344noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744400422255448819.post-77597829608831435552011-11-09T16:06:31.842+00:002011-11-09T16:06:31.842+00:00Thanks kate. I like yours too! As the actress said...Thanks kate. I like yours too! As the actress said to the bishop xFlossing the Cathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16298951261351587626noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744400422255448819.post-35818884083469745622011-11-09T13:24:09.801+00:002011-11-09T13:24:09.801+00:00Brilliant. Most glad to have found you :)Brilliant. Most glad to have found you :)Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16346951374357324691noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744400422255448819.post-53414983905959528232011-11-08T21:58:21.004+00:002011-11-08T21:58:21.004+00:00Reebok? Boris? Are you perchance sporty? I hope I...Reebok? Boris? Are you perchance sporty? I hope I haven't offended you with my scathing attack on Rounders!!! It's a jolly good game, really it is... <br /><br />Loving your Tuesday tea and sympathy meme by the way. My blogs will all fit the bill, I can promise you that!! xFlossing the Cathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16298951261351587626noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744400422255448819.post-55146579205362482312011-11-08T21:38:07.879+00:002011-11-08T21:38:07.879+00:00Hey there Pussy Galore. No sorry I can't call ...Hey there Pussy Galore. No sorry I can't call you that. Hmmm... I'm not surprised you want to live those ones down. I'm pretty lucky and have escaped being given nicknames except for all the variations of Rebecca including the slightly more imaginative Reebok. My brother had a few for me. Spud was his favourite (charming!) and Boris (something to do with the tennis player I think)<br />What an idiot your ex is. Doesn't he know a lady never tells.Rebecca Englishhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05172015190746277400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744400422255448819.post-30849161171315520052011-11-07T21:44:08.366+00:002011-11-07T21:44:08.366+00:00Ooops. I knew I should have gone for poo-shee. (As...Ooops. I knew I should have gone for poo-shee. (As pronounced by Bond.) Of course, I also have 'fister' to worry about. What on earth was I thinking! Anyway, I'm sure those landing on your page aren't disappointed, what with all those X-rated Doris Day lyrics...Flossing the Cathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16298951261351587626noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744400422255448819.post-10018814002086949202011-11-07T21:26:29.782+00:002011-11-07T21:26:29.782+00:00Great post. But beware! I recently entitled a post...Great post. But beware! I recently entitled a post Pussies Galore and now the only search words highlighted in my stats are 'pussies' and, this week, 'middle-aged pussies'! Sadly the stats don;t show what happened when these hungry surfers found themselves amid the ramblings of a vicar's wifeAdventures of a Middle-aged Matronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11225267175732836348noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744400422255448819.post-44574572669205548942011-11-07T19:30:03.589+00:002011-11-07T19:30:03.589+00:00Mahaahhahahahhahahahhaha to be honest, that's ...Mahaahhahahahhahahahhaha to be honest, that's not much better. You might as well have fisted him. <br /><br />Please don't delete/rewrite, it's just too funny.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744400422255448819.post-36910209877858102432011-11-07T14:13:42.918+00:002011-11-07T14:13:42.918+00:00Noooooooooooo! I have just read my own post and re...Noooooooooooo! I have just read my own post and realised that it does indeed sound as though I practise/d the dark arts of fisting. I can see that I'm going to have to spell it out. Are we sitting comfortably. Make your hand into the shape of a fist. Imagine that you're holding something in your hand, probably a little too enthusiastically. Alternatively I may just rewrite/delete this post.Flossing the Cathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16298951261351587626noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744400422255448819.post-66787580695810272652011-11-07T13:59:51.918+00:002011-11-07T13:59:51.918+00:00Hang on a second - you FISTED your ex-boyfriend? A...Hang on a second - you FISTED your ex-boyfriend? Am I reading that correctly? Is that what one does to boyfriends? Wow. No wonder I never had any. <br /><br />This is very funny. And also potentially very angst-ridden, as I attempt to drag these shameful soubriquets out from the depths of my memory into the light. <br /><br />We might be in for a long night.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com