Interpol Shrimper
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If this was the 17th century, I'd challenge you to a duel.
Tell me that when she ****s her head to one side and says, "join us...after the break," you don't feel your heart skip a beat?
Tell me that when she sits quietly next to her co-anchor, that you can't look in her eyes and know that she's busy planning her next threesome, or thinking about seducing the work experience boy, or maybe even the make-up girl.
She's raw sex, that woman. Raw sex.
I like to think that I could tame her. In truth I'd just be another casualty, forced to roam the earth with her legions of discarded, gimlet-eyed ex-lovers.
The things I would do, Glasgow. The things I would do.
Oh well, you can have her and then me & James can fight over who gets Alex and who gets Di*. Everyone's a winner!
Does Mrs Slipper (who as you said sits not so far away from your desk & could be sneaking a look at what you're posting) know you harbour such wanton views?
* - sorry son, that will be me. Ms Hammond has let herself slip somewhat lately (my Mrs even said "is she pregnant?" when Alex was on-screen the other morning!)
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