WARNING: A YOUNG MASTER ROTUND POST. PG-13...but mainly, NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART.
Longtime readers will recall our horrific adventures with Young Master Rotund and Mistress Braylaugh, introduced in the post, "Vigilant Arfbag (arf ARF arf)," right here:
I have (praise God) heard nothing from the lad in ages, and rather hoped he'd moved away (or succumbed to the entirely admirable efforts of his liver to dispatch him)...only to recently hear the braying laugh of, well, his lady fair. But not his overgenerous self.
Yes...that's right...he's back telephoning on his patio, as described at the link. Perhaps time (and, presumably, thousands of additional gallons of alcohol) have mellowed him?
OH NO I DON'T BELIEVE SO
"You have big breasts? How big are your breasts? Are they nice and tender?"
Please. Please. Do NOT have this conversation where I can hear it. I BEG of you
I mean, okay, bad enough he's once again snarfling around behind the broad back of Mistress Braylaugh. But dear Jeebus, WHAT LOVECRAFTIAN HORROR IS REMAINING ON THAT TELEPHONE WITH HIM AFTER WHAT HE JUST ASKED???!!!
"'Tender'? Walllll, don't know as I'd say 'tender,' exactly" -- AS ITS TENTACLES WAFT THROUGH THE PURPLE SLUDGE OF ITS POCKET DIMENSION, IN AN ACHING BLIND SPACE BEHIND THE WORLD WE KNOW...!
Ah. Good. He's gone back inside and closed the sliding glass door to the patio.
Apparently there are some things even Young Master Rotund...must do in PRIVATE!
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