Delicious scandalaciousness was brewing up in the Alley last night. The rumour millers have been hard at work grinding out a certain swinging male leaving his young bun in the oven to go fire up a newer model. A pox on New Cow Syndrome, though it be fodder for my blogger.
Had this sexcapade occurred but ten years from now, or at a time when none of us could know them, who would really be aware of the meaty details? And scarier: who would care? After all -- after all that is bewitching in the idea of one's happiness depending entirely on one person...
17 January 2007
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