Obeying Those Instincts

I have a terrible track record with women. Not in the 'wahey' pulling sense (which is a source of constant annoyance to my darling partner Amiee) but in the sense of being able to overrule my hormones and obey the instincts which tell me which ones are the evil, nasty nutcases who have all the morals of an alleycat.

So, here's a message to a seriously gorgeous Liberal blogger who has a habit of derailing debate by posting pictures of her superb legs, referring to having anal sex, or indeed to receiving oral sex from George Clooney, and recently to offer erotic Emailing to people who stay ontopic (yeah fair nuff she was probably joking on that one).

Sweetie, you are possibly the cutest thing I've yet seen in the Blogosphere, but after reading your despicable post about poor 'possibly innocent, only executed to make Arnie look good' Tookie Williams I've suddenly stopped fancying you. Its those pesky instincts you see. Due to Amiee's influence I must be growing up or something, cos despite your undoubted gorgeousness after reading that post you are now as about as attractive as a dead donkey and I very much doubt that's likely to change.

Message ends.