I have no words...

...other than those uttered at me by *very* drunk female 'dane patron whilst sitting outside the white heart.

"Oh. My. Gawd. You have Reniassance BOOOOOBS!"

*snort*

And that it takes a man who is very secure in his masculinity to stagger about in a kilt and a pink pretty, pretty princess hat. *G*

Nite nite!

(fairerhiannon insisted i blog this! hee hee!)


and i promise never to bring tear ducts up in that context , ever again *G*