laughing like a madwoman
Annie,That's because you are a madwoman...in the nicest possible sense, of course.
In Australia the flappy bits around the triceps are called bye-byes. And it's not outside the balance of probabilities that they could be audible. Eddie Hemmings' were.
L.L.Over here I think they're known as Bingo Wings (don't ask me why...but it's a good name regardless) and I'm sure that at high speed you could get quite a rasp out of 'em.
Canteen ladies' arms. That was a very brave cartoon to put up.
Andrew,Not half as brave as when I sent it to the new female vicar in charge of the local Ladies Guild to hand around at one of their meetings. I'm still getting lavender scented letter bombs even now.
The worst sound is when said flabby hands reach out towards moi. In that case, it's time to get out the mosquito spray.
Reuben,Especially if accompanied by the words 'Give Auntie Iris a big sloppy kiss den', a pair of puckered lips resembling a hen's sphincter and the sight of a tufted wart hoving uncomfortably into view on the pinacle of the uppermost of three crinkled red chins.
Looks like she lost a ski, maybe her extra skin is helping her stay balanced.
Lala,I suspect it's creating the optimum amount of drag required to stay upright on one.
It's Frank Lampard's MUM.
Annie,I had to look Frank Lampard up, discovered he was a footballer, and then my brain went into complete shut down.
really? I've got until I'm 85? (Cause I'd planned on that happening much earlier.)
Daisy,I'm busy working on a similar effect for my chin at the moment. It should be great for scaring kiddies in high winds by the time I reach retirement.
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