Two Minutes Later...

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellow,

Tonight we visited Loulou and Tiger for an evening of fish and chips with Mo. 

I was distracted. Jeff was trying to arrange a movie night to see "Alien: Romulus" one week from today.

I apologised to the group, but Tiger was immediately interested so now he is coming too. 

Mo is also coming, but he apologised because he does not like scary movies. "I probably end up in your lap five minutes into the film," he said.

"Well that's more action than I've been getting for few months," I joked. 

Mo then told a story about a visit to a proctologist and how (as the doctor was leaning in) Mo had said this was an intimate as he'd got with anyone in a while.

"Two minutes into our evening together and already we are up the @rsehole!" beamed Loulou, quite delighted with herself.

The evening progressed from there. We ended up discussing funeral plans because of Caro and discovered that we all want caskets that you can draw on. "C*ck and balls on every one of them!" said Loulou.

Mo went further and said he would like his casket painted in bright colours with a c*ck on the outside. "And a pair of boobs on the inside," he said. "And my hands nailed to them."

We also discussed Kim Kardashian nipple bras. I was confused as to how they work, and if you have to line up your actual nipples with the bra-nipples, so they've got somewhere to go. 

Caro looked at me with contempt and said, no, your actual nipples are unlikely to have the same alignment as Kim Kardashians. So as I understand it, your nipples just go any old where into the padding.

We mused that maybe we could put a nipple bra on the inside of Mo's casket too. He seemed down with that idea.

And another successful, intellectual evening was had.

S.