SearchiMomus:
Having heard Nick is monitoring all search requests, I have been typing in words to let him know how I feel about him; to hint at my availability. In this odourless online age - the age of fluid identities - a search term can be as suggestive as the act of leaning forward with your hands between your thighs, so that your breasts are pushed together provocatively. I'm on heat and online. Nick must know (my neckline is plunging further with every search).
― June Hobbs, Monday, 5 January 2004 14:28 (twenty-two years ago)
― Pinkpanther (Pinkpanther), Monday, 5 January 2004 14:29 (twenty-two years ago)
― Sarah (starry), Monday, 5 January 2004 14:34 (twenty-two years ago)
― El Diablo Robotico (Nicole), Monday, 5 January 2004 14:42 (twenty-two years ago)
― Plunging Hen, Friday, 2 July 2004 10:13 (twenty-one years ago)
― Andrew Blood Thames (Andrew Thames), Friday, 2 July 2004 10:15 (twenty-one years ago)
― Brigitte Thunderpeal, Saturday, 18 February 2006 18:26 (twenty years ago)
― Mr Jones (Mr Jones), Sunday, 19 February 2006 03:56 (twenty years ago)
Whatever did happen to the June Hobbs/Plunging Hen machine?
― Tongham Hobbs, Tuesday, 30 October 2007 11:23 (eighteen years ago)
Maybe she stopped believin.
― The Real Dirty Vicar, Tuesday, 30 October 2007 11:57 (eighteen years ago)