Why, I was merely trying to determine the correct pronunciation for the South Yorkshire town of Penistone. You see, this is the tyranny of the edit suite. Any fool can accuse one of saying the word for a manpart when in fact, one was was merely thinking aloud about a brisk trek in the Pennines to keep one’s prudish thoughts pure, as so should all of you, you filthy preverts.
Ban this sick filth!
Anyone who mentions this incident tomorrow will be forced to cough up a Chaos Buck as punishment. Let us never speak of Penistone again.
Now where shall I go, since my trans-Pennine adventure has been sullied? Perhaps Cockermouth, in the Lake District. Yes, that will do.
Move along now. Have ye no homes to go to?
ALSO, however, and things. If you’re STILL confused about Sex Chaos (we can also show you on a doll), it is not *sold out*, it is simply that the booking list is full. But that’s because we only let HALF the tickets be pre-booked. We don’t recommend you get down too early, since we won’t be ready for you, but do come as close to 7:30 as possible if you want a spot on the fist-come-fist-served (Yes, I meant that) basis.
And there is still room on our booking list for the 23rd. OK? Ok. Clear? Clear.
Phew!
And I DID NOT say the word for a man’s thingy. Never have, never will. Hmph.
