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Liberté, Egalité, Sororité!
Bon, je pense que ça suffit pour la langue française aujourd’hui.
Captions with a vaguely French connection, anyway.


As the label might indicate to even the most male-brained reader, this is of course the magnificent, elegant and beautiful Ibicella, who can be found, worshipped and, ideally, donated to at the address shown. And here she is being adorable.

And do I really need to mention this is Mistress Eleise? Look, I like maple syrup as much as the next slave, but I can tell you: it is not Canada’s greatest export. I’ve tried both.



P.S. Allez les Bleus! Mais aussi les lions anglais…
P.P.S. OK, so the Bleus didn’t really allez. Or not as much as the Spanish went ándale ándale ándale anyway. So to cheer up any depressed frenchmen – or heterosexual males of any sort, I imagine – here’s the lovely Ibicella, being patriotic.

Poetry (and song) day – again! They said he wouldn’t do it! They said he had no talent! They were half right.


















Incidentally, I understand Armpit Fetishist Monthly put out an entire special edition on that tattoo on Ms Johansson’s right arm, there. As the editor said at the time ‘When you’ve got the story of the century, you don’t wait for publication day!’





The lovely Tiffany Naylor, of course, who enlivens the otherwise unlively town of Milton Keynes, or she did at one point, anyway.

… as it’s a lot easier than taking her punishment. Often I have to do both, of course, but I’m sure it’s in my best interests.











