How apt
My brother is a project manager for a luxury kitchens firm - we're talking £100k kitchens here - their customers are always massively rich and frequently insane.

Yesterday he went to a house in Kensington where the woman answered the door in a dressing gown and, I shit ye not, asked him if 'he fancied a bit of crumpet'. He stammered a negative reply and she said 'I was just about to toast some'. She then went on to tell him she had no knickers on, asked if he liked her legs and started doing some kind of weird yoga shit when they were supposed to be planning her kitchen.

Before you start thinking that this is some more of that old internet lying, she was about 60, rough as arseholes and reeked of sherry - at 8am.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 14 May 2009, 13:28, 2 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

That will be me soon : /
Except it will in a terraced house and I'll reek of vodka.
( girlinthehole, Thu 14 May 2009, 13:33, Reply)

Excellent news!
I'll be round in the morning
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 14 May 2009, 13:37, Reply)

I'd take a big run at that with my cock out.
( enoughblueskyforsailorstrousers, Thu 14 May 2009, 21:01, Reply)