Flip, flip, flip with my female friends

Flip, flip, flip with my female friends…
Everything good starts in the kitchen, of course it would if it is where women belong.
A gathering; close friends, some essential ingredients, a room filled with a somewhat dreamy ambiance and STRICTLY no boys can only equal Pancake night!
Accompaniments are a necessity; fruit is diced, custard simmering, eyes gleaming…As I take a drag of my cigarette and pour the batter into the hot fry pan, I look around and see my friends eagerly await my perfectly shaped delights.
Flip, flip, flip and finally finished. Table is set, we’re ready to go, ready to enjoy these culinary delights… One mouthful, one thought, “Suffer boys!”


Yes Klara, they were lovely, strange you didn’t recongnise me under my make-up and long blonde wig.
Comment by rupert — June 15, 2005 @ 7:18 pm