While lowcut blouses were a proven distraction, the use of fans was only for the more advanced and skilled female pickpockets.
Maria was relieved to finally be alone in a room and could “let ’er rip.” Her mother, sadly, was cursed with bad timing.
Sally considered herself a good friend. She understood that people needed to vent about their relationship problems. That’s why she felt bad for wanting to throat-punch Alice.
An early portrait of Henry, Earl of Poodle.
Before the invention of Photoshopping, there was “artistic license” to cover a bald spots. This artist had his license revoked.
“I’m sorry my dear,” said a narcissistic Gerald, “but there’s no one good enough to do it for me. When you’re a big deal like me, you must toot your own horn.”
I think you meant a “plop-hole.”
Sorry. I meant the mispronunciation.
Yes. Yes they do. I’m sure one such person is standing behind the horse in the picture.
The art museum just wasn’t the same for old Larry once he got off the shrooms.