A Brief Interlude
I hereby enclose an email conversation I had this morning with Katy.
I don't think she'd mind.
It started with a slideshow she sent me of snow on the drakensberg.
Her mails are in blue:
Wed 11:11am:
See the little log cabin? How awesome does that look? I want to go there...
I'd need the addition of a roaring fireplace, a bottle of whiskey, tonnes of chocolate, blankets, pillows and of course, Jezza.
hmmmm .... sounds perfect!
Wed 2:46pm:
WOW!!!
Jisses!, did you see in one of the pics they’re actually camping!?!
Thurs 8:57am:
I know! I can't see the attraction, somehow?!
Thurs 9:13am:
I think when they left they never had any idea it was gonna be so… white….
Are they mates of yours?
Thurs 9:29am:
no idea who they are! they are still really dumb in my eyes! They are outside in that weather, or worse - maybe inside that silly tent when there's a big strapping 4x4 sitting next to them. Probably equipped with sound and a heater.
Thurs 9:41am:
That’s only the part of the tent you can see man
Underneath he’s obviously tunneled an underground palace with tropical gardens and jacuzzi’s
he’s just about to present it to his fair lady, while she’s farting about with the car’s sound and heater
Thurs 9:46am:
She's a simple woman, with simple needs like STAYING ALIVE and not freezing to death! They aren't on speaking terms anyway because he was the one who dragged her out there when she wanted to stay in the log cabin with the fireplace! It will be an adventure, he said. HAH!
Thurs 9:54am:
LOL!!!!
“You know, one day we’ll laugh about this” he says, tapping on the car window…
“ha ha… he he… uhhh open the door honey, it’s a bit chilly out here…”
Thurs 10:00am:
She is laughing about it as she looks in her rearview mirror of her 4x4 at the shrinking image of her silly man. He knows where to find her if he needs her, (next to the fireplace in the log cabin) but being a man he'll pretend that he's actually having fun and he'll stick it out in his 'underground palace' with the hibernating snakes and tortoises. To the bitter, freezing end.
Meanwhile the red wine and the chocolates are TO DIE FOR! And the fireplace has erased any memory of the awful adventure.
Thurs 10:14am:
But alas! A simple woman she is, for as any adventuring man knows, you Never leave the fire on in a log cabin.
“I am such a fool!!” she cries, standing in the charred remains of the cabin that Chuck built with his own bare hands.
She tries putting the brand new 4X4 into reverse, but almost impossibly, she has managed to break the clutch and carburetor with only ten minutes of driving.
Meanwhile Chuck, having memorized his map of the local area by heart, picks up a faint scent of baby oil and waffles.
No!..
Could it be?...
Yes! It could only be the Swedish Womens Ski Team lodge, just behind the hill!
Taking a bite on his emergency shwarma, he starts the short stroll to the lodge and hopes Gertrudina is okay.
Thurs 10:29am:
No INTELLIGENT woman, such as Aphrodite (not Getrudina), would EVER drive the clutch that way till it breaks. That was, In fact, Chuck's doing whilst he was playing HERO and trying to see how far he could ramp the 4x4 over the snow capped mounds of earth. The clutch hadn't quite snapped, so Aphrodite put on her rubber gloves and with a makeshift cable made from a combination of her opague stockings and hairspray, she managed to get the clutch in working order again.
She merrily made her way past the Swedish Women's Ski Team lodge in her heated car with the sound blaring. She saw a small luxury mountain villa in the distance. Funnily enough it belongs to Ryk Neethling. He is alone as the bad weather has trapped his visitors on the road up the mountain. He is relieved to have at least ONE visitor - Aphodite - to dote on, wait on and pamper. Little does Chuck know that the Swedish Women's SKi Team is actually a cover up organisation for a group of trans sexuals who are hiding out whilst they wait to have their adam's applues surgically removed.
Thurs 12:08pm:
The end.
Thurs 12:16pm:
LOL!!!I have no further comments....
I don't think she'd mind.
It started with a slideshow she sent me of snow on the drakensberg.
Her mails are in blue:
Wed 11:11am:
See the little log cabin? How awesome does that look? I want to go there...
I'd need the addition of a roaring fireplace, a bottle of whiskey, tonnes of chocolate, blankets, pillows and of course, Jezza.
hmmmm .... sounds perfect!
Wed 2:46pm:
WOW!!!
Jisses!, did you see in one of the pics they’re actually camping!?!
Thurs 8:57am:
I know! I can't see the attraction, somehow?!
Thurs 9:13am:
I think when they left they never had any idea it was gonna be so… white….
Are they mates of yours?
Thurs 9:29am:
no idea who they are! they are still really dumb in my eyes! They are outside in that weather, or worse - maybe inside that silly tent when there's a big strapping 4x4 sitting next to them. Probably equipped with sound and a heater.
Thurs 9:41am:
That’s only the part of the tent you can see man
Underneath he’s obviously tunneled an underground palace with tropical gardens and jacuzzi’s
he’s just about to present it to his fair lady, while she’s farting about with the car’s sound and heater
Thurs 9:46am:
She's a simple woman, with simple needs like STAYING ALIVE and not freezing to death! They aren't on speaking terms anyway because he was the one who dragged her out there when she wanted to stay in the log cabin with the fireplace! It will be an adventure, he said. HAH!
Thurs 9:54am:
LOL!!!!
“You know, one day we’ll laugh about this” he says, tapping on the car window…
“ha ha… he he… uhhh open the door honey, it’s a bit chilly out here…”
Thurs 10:00am:
She is laughing about it as she looks in her rearview mirror of her 4x4 at the shrinking image of her silly man. He knows where to find her if he needs her, (next to the fireplace in the log cabin) but being a man he'll pretend that he's actually having fun and he'll stick it out in his 'underground palace' with the hibernating snakes and tortoises. To the bitter, freezing end.
Meanwhile the red wine and the chocolates are TO DIE FOR! And the fireplace has erased any memory of the awful adventure.
Thurs 10:14am:
But alas! A simple woman she is, for as any adventuring man knows, you Never leave the fire on in a log cabin.
“I am such a fool!!” she cries, standing in the charred remains of the cabin that Chuck built with his own bare hands.
She tries putting the brand new 4X4 into reverse, but almost impossibly, she has managed to break the clutch and carburetor with only ten minutes of driving.
Meanwhile Chuck, having memorized his map of the local area by heart, picks up a faint scent of baby oil and waffles.
No!..
Could it be?...
Yes! It could only be the Swedish Womens Ski Team lodge, just behind the hill!
Taking a bite on his emergency shwarma, he starts the short stroll to the lodge and hopes Gertrudina is okay.
Thurs 10:29am:
No INTELLIGENT woman, such as Aphrodite (not Getrudina), would EVER drive the clutch that way till it breaks. That was, In fact, Chuck's doing whilst he was playing HERO and trying to see how far he could ramp the 4x4 over the snow capped mounds of earth. The clutch hadn't quite snapped, so Aphrodite put on her rubber gloves and with a makeshift cable made from a combination of her opague stockings and hairspray, she managed to get the clutch in working order again.
She merrily made her way past the Swedish Women's Ski Team lodge in her heated car with the sound blaring. She saw a small luxury mountain villa in the distance. Funnily enough it belongs to Ryk Neethling. He is alone as the bad weather has trapped his visitors on the road up the mountain. He is relieved to have at least ONE visitor - Aphodite - to dote on, wait on and pamper. Little does Chuck know that the Swedish Women's SKi Team is actually a cover up organisation for a group of trans sexuals who are hiding out whilst they wait to have their adam's applues surgically removed.
Thurs 12:08pm:
The end.
Thurs 12:16pm:
LOL!!!I have no further comments....
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