A hunk, a hottie, a god in jeans and a black leather jacket walked out of the barn toward us. He was the most droolworthy, hottalicious, uterrly coolio boy I've ever in my whole entire life seen, and that includes seeing Orlando Bloom live and in person at the Hard Rock Cafe in London (I know you're not into The Lord of the Rings or Legolas, but I'm sorry, Orlando as the Leg Man is just too nummy for words). This guy was tall, had long red hair (red!) that brushed his shoulders, and the most amazing walk! I stared at him, and I have to admit, I almost drooled. Really, I almost drooled; I could feel the slobber gathering on my tongue. I had to swallow a couple of times; it was that bad. I grabbed Holly's arm as the vision of hunkitude walked toward us, and she grabbed mine. He was so fabu, we had to prop each other up to keep from falling over into a major faint. No, wait, fabu isn't good enough-he was mondo coolio uber-fabu!
テンション高けえー。でも嫌いじゃないな、こういうの（笑）
Don't say anything. Just look at this book cover.
And this title too. They Wear What Under Their Kilts?
You was looking forward to it unconsciously, weren't you? You pervert.
However, what waits under the skirt? It is a significant question. Definitely.
No one can blame fellow who has immature and naive mind does nothing but driven crazy by their inquiring mind.
I so worried about it that couldn't sleep three days and nights as well. I worried about it so couldn't sleep in three days and nights as well.
This cover. This title. What a dangerous seduction. Ah! Like a sweet temptation that the lantern at night lures out a moth.
Boys, be ambitious. Row to vast unknown expanse of ocean in the skirt. The frontier of the dream and hope amd adventure waits us there. Our great navigation era starts when the page is opened.
The skirt belonged to man! ＿|￣|〇 <- shipwrecked
Now read it carefully, the stage is the great transvestitism region Scotland... Damn! Give back. Give back the pure heart to me!
Well, however this book was a foolish grrl novel and fairly fun after all.
A hunk, a hottie, a god in jeans and a black leather jacket walked out of the barn toward us. He was the most droolworthy, hottalicious, uterrly coolio boy I've ever in my whole entire life seen, and that includes seeing Orlando Bloom live and in person at the Hard Rock Cafe in London (I know you're not into The Lord of the Rings or Legolas, but I'm sorry, Orlando as the Leg Man is just too nummy for words). This guy was tall, had long red hair (red!) that brushed his shoulders, and the most amazing walk! I stared at him, and I have to admit, I almost drooled. Really, I almost drooled; I could feel the slobber gathering on my tongue. I had to swallow a couple of times; it was that bad. I grabbed Holly's arm as the vision of hunkitude walked toward us, and she grabbed mine. He was so fabu, we had to prop each other up to keep from falling over into a major faint. No, wait, fabu isn't good enough-he was mondo coolio uber-fabu!
Being in high spirit more than necessary. But I don't dislike this type.
