Rumpus, 8 Points
The rumours are true. I have gotten a new phone. Her name is Doris. Tragically, I am beginning to have sexual feelings for her, as the voice that she sometimes uses to inform me of my whereabouts is more than a little sultry. Is it that wrong, to have fornication urges with one’s cellular device? I for one, am all for it.
Rumpus is one of the funniest words I have ever heard.
Had a chess match today. It really is the good life, and now the paparazzi are camped outside my house. If only I had been prepared for the inevitable fame that comes with a mid-table finish in Division Six of the Irish Chess Union Leinster Branch League. Firefox Dictionary recognizes Rumpus but not Leinster. Very unpatriotic.
I must depart, Doris and I are off for some gentle Bondage After Dinner (Which I think will be the name of my first film when I become a director. Helen Mirren to star, of course.) and some not-so-gentle bodily harm. The safety word, as if you guys didn’t know, is, of course, rumpus. Good day.
Conor
