A Note From Georgia:
Dearest Chummie Wummies and International Groovesters!
For the latest of my oeuvres I have given into endless petitions and constant nagging of you minxlettes and have a special treat for you. I only do this because I luuurve you. I have, by some means I will not mention, persuaded Dave the Laugh to co-write this newest chronicle of my confessions with me. He agreed straight away, like an agreeing watsit on agreement tablets. He really does not have any pridnosity.
I told him that, I said, "Dave, you really have no pridnosity,"
And he said, "Kittykat, I have simply been unexplainably enticed by what you offered in return,"
Unbelievable really. He is indeedy an annoying twit sometimes. He is currently wearing his red nose when writing. Truly, truly mad. But I only put up with him because I luuurve you all.
Yes I do. And that is le fact.
But I mean that most lovingly in a none lesbian sense.
As always, kisses from the depths of my bottomless (oo-er) niciosity.
Georgia xxxxx
PS. I know what you are thinking, you cheeky minxes. You think I offered Dave the Laugh something incredibly rudey dudey in return for him confessing and bearing his watsits (Oo-er) don't you?
PPS. I did NOT offer Dave the Laugh anything rudey dudey in return. I am a sophis woman brimming with maturiosity akimbo and I do not do anything like that. We came to a mature and grown up agreement.
PPPS. Basically I promised him A LOT of Number Six. But I mean that in a none-red bottomed sense. It is a business agreement.
PPPPS. Also before I collapse into my Bed of Pain, I must make one thing vair, vair clear: I am not responsible for anything Dave the Laugh has written. He will not allow me to view his confessions to make sure he has not written anything rudey dudey or inappropriate.
PPPPPS. I think he thinks I will laugh at them.
PPPPPPS. Or he is doing it because I will not let him read mine.
PPPPPPPS. I wonder what he has written-Zzzzzzz.
