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| Mr. DeVice in his garden. |
Basically, it will be the same Garden Photos Event you know and love but with the possibility of a few new twists.
Click here to read about some of Mr. DeVice's ideas.
Thank you, Mr. DeVice!
Saturday, May 02, 2020
Announcing Our New Garden Photo Events Manager
We here at Infomaniac are pleased to announce that Mr. DeVice will be hosting the 2020 Garden Photos Event on his blog. Date to be announced but it won't be until later this year.
Basically, it will be the same Garden Photos Event you know and love but with the possibility of a few new twists.
Click here to read about some of Mr. DeVice's ideas.
Thank you, Mr. DeVice!
Basically, it will be the same Garden Photos Event you know and love but with the possibility of a few new twists.
Click here to read about some of Mr. DeVice's ideas.
Thank you, Mr. DeVice!
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How appropriate that you advertise this on world naked gardening day 2020.
ReplyDeleteYou remembered!
DeleteIt's a "thing", apparently - even here in the UK (which I never knew - see this chap! Jx
DeleteBlast! I didn't realise, either. A missed opportunity...
DeleteOh Jon, why was I not following. Very classy celebration of the day.
DeleteNo. Thank you, Very Mistress, and all who sail in you!
ReplyDeleteI'm watching The Beechgrove Garden as I type, Brian Cunningham can attend my overgrown shrubbery anytime.
ReplyDeleteI wouldn't mind fondling his dibber. Him and Chris Beardshaw behind the potting shed... Jx
DeleteWhy, I think you've found the perfect shit shoveler!
ReplyDeleteHow dare you, Norma! I'm clearly making my breakfast smoothie in that photo!
DeleteBottom's up!
DeleteI thought he was burying a body.
DeleteHmm, it does give a "Fargo" woodchipper vibe.
DeleteNorma dear,
DeletePulp and detritus,
spewed with force,
singularly your way,
of intercourse.
Men with stumps,
or Ken doll members,
sadly stoked,
your smegma embers.
To think you chew,
yet never bite off,
each genital smoothie,
seeps from your trough.
Poor judgment reaches,
from Hibing to Munich,
Iron Range he-men,
each now a eunuch.
Face the facts,
no roosters in your vent,
cement trucks line up,
to cover your scent.
You'll never allow,
or bend for that filling,
Jean Nate' the thighs,
and commence with the drilling.
What's in your canal?
Time for the reveal.
Norma's Slut-O-Matic,
where's Ron Popiel?
I spy a big pair of bloomers on the washing line. They probably belong to Mr Beastie, and Mr Devine is making a banana smoothie.
ReplyDeleteSxx
However, I've misplaced my gas mask and elbow-length rubber gloves, so you'll have to administer the smoothie to Beast, Ms Scarlet.
DeleteThank goodness it wasn't the purple Lurex posing pouch.
DeleteYou can borrow the hazmat suit, Mr Devine, you will be fine.
ReplyDeleteSx