And furthermore… Part II
After the chair debacle, Liz and I sat down in chairs from polite persons of less than great intelligence. An hour or so later, we saw someone else approach the rude genius from Channel 4. A portly woman, dressed rather like a peasant or Renaissance Festival employee. Being somewhat large, she was possessed of—to put it bluntly—a large rack. This is important to note for later on. She carried on a long conversation with the genius and we rightfully ignored them. Suddenly Liz poked me. "Look at the freak couple. Now." I turned to see the left breast of the…
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