And Ingrid's just as good as Sid. And just as bad. God, she has a foul mouth!About the only thing I can beat Sid at is some Wii stuff – there's a ni...ja game that uses the Motion Plus thing, and it's actually good enough that I can use some aikido moves against him. So, of course, he never wants to play that one. He's more into driving and shooting.So I called it quits and went back to my room. Michelle was PMSing and had gone to bed early, which was at least partially why I'd been slumming with. “Cool” she replied, “On my way”Within minutes the back gate opened and the lovely Rachel walked down the garden path with a warm smile on her face, her tight tee shirt hugging her body showing off her rounded 34b’s to perfection but what was astounding was the tightness of her black yoga pants which complimented her fit toned body, my gaze immediately dropped to her crotch and pelvic bone which clearly showed off the faint outline of her cameltoe, OMG she looked so yummy that I hoped she wasn’t. Why on earth would I want to marry/mate/fuck him/her ... her shit stinks!" His shit stinks." He picks his nose." She farts when she pees." She uses all the hot water." He farts in his sleep." He/she never makes his/her bed." I know everything about him/her/them ... I want some mystery in a mate."She was highly disappointed. End of story.The cats are mostly out of litter sand.That's worse.There is nothing quite like the smell of fishy shit coming from thirteen cats. If they were 'regular' it. Evie felt a bit sad at not getting to make a run at Daphne’s what was under Daphne’s industrial strength pantyhose, but sacrifices have to be made for the greater good, so there you go.Having dodged a tax bullet while making a butt-load of money, Deirdre, Evie and I headed to Wellington Castle in Scotland to relax for a few months and consider what to do next. We had spent months working through the estate in terms of who inherits how much, and how to structure things to protect us against the.