Sadly, it ends badly – such is the nature of Tragedy. Of course, it doesn’t necessarily follow that the in-between bits don’t have to be amusing. After all, Hamlet is an absolute hoot if done properly – at least, until they get to the part where everyone drops dead…
In truth, I have no idea where this is headed, but I’ve been wracking my brains and girding my loins – or vice versa, which may explain one or two things, but I digress. It occurred to me that Ms Eyecandy’s challenge may just have been a creative way of telling me to perform an auto-procreative exercise, so I decided to call her bluff.
Well, colour me surprised when I received a text message yesterday afternoon saying, “Your proposal is acceptable, you studly stud of great studliness”. More or less. I paraphrased a bit towards the end.
Consequently, this coming Monday we descend into the sewers to hunt alligators*.
*paragliding – thanks Terri