I can't get past Pudsey
I just want to hug you.
( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 12:24, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

I was an angry Pudsey
the one who drinks all the free champagne at the after party and then turns over tables when it runs out and calls Lenny an N word.
( Kitty v1.0 desperately naive, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 12:33, Reply)

Now I fancy you, Puds...

( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 12:36, Reply)

haha
I think the ambulance guys were quite pleased because the cause of my head cracking was falling off my pole in pole fitness class so they got to come into the studio and see all the pole dancers.

He told me my pulse was like a swinging brick. Apparently that's a good thing!
( Kitty v1.0 desperately naive, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 12:39, Reply)

I read that as 'swinging cock'
I really ought to go and do some knitting or something.
I wanted to learn that pole-ness, but I was too intimidated worrying what the other people in the class would be like.
( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 12:42, Reply)

Everyone I've learned with
are there for the exercise rather than the sluttiness so we all get on. I don't really like the stripper side of it so I avoided any places that taught lapdancing as well, the place I go is all about the acrobatics. I teach it in Manchester but that's a bit of a trek for you!
( Kitty v1.0 desperately naive, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 14:48, Reply)