Thursday, 17 April 2008
Red Shoes, No Knickers
There was a certain degree of pointing and laughing when I began posting real HNTs as opposed to my spoof HMTs of the past.
"Oh, you hypocrite, Luka," came the cry. "You poured scorn on HNT, and now look at you."
And I look back at my HMTs and, you know, I can't see any scorn at all. Lots of silliness, but no scorn.
Still, I can see the delicious irony in my teasing those who post pictures of their arse and my current habit of waggling my bits in front of the camera phone on a Wednesday night.
See, the thing is, beneath my cynical exterior there lies a brazen harlot, eager to post pictures of her own arse, if only her arms were long enough to get the camera into the necessary orbit around her moon.
I am exposed.
The title of this post derives from a charming old saying which seems wildly appropriate under the circumstances.