Pashdance. What a Feeling!
Posted on Jan 13, 06:08 pm by Wriggle Pot
You see, I went to a jazz pahtay this evening in the park. I was able to dance about the place on the green green grass without me shoe numbers on. I also sang along with the jazz band – I love to experiment with form and lyric, you know. I am a songstress by trade. Just call me Ella.
I tell you, though – the nippers, they like to pash up a storm. You should see what the jazz music does to them – they get the romance in them something fierce! One of ‘em got me between the speakers and the white white tent and tried to embrace me body and pash me about the lips. Oh I was bemused! You should have seen the look on me face!
He was an older boy, about 4 and his mum called him a disgrace! I think she was more horrified than me but she did say at least he only kisses classy girls. I was pleased to hear about that. Me’s a classy broad!
