Friday, April 14, 2006
Where on earth were the likes of Mamzsel Pamela when *I* was a measly 13?
Of course, we're not shown the seducee, so we don't know what the full fuss is about.
But honestly! It's not the state of today's yoof we should be grizzling about so much as the carnivore calibre of their tutors.
First the fragrant Mary K Le Tourneau with her lumpy polynesian; now the distinctly more pouting and angular Pamela R.
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