Brian's reminds me of a saucy seaside postcard I saw many moons ago, of a couple standing apparently unclad waist-deep in a field of corn. Caption: 'Why, Mabel, I thought you were a natural blonde.' (Though of course collar & cuffs don't always match.)
Well, thank you, Jayne! But, locked still in futile combat with the 'Patchwork' competition, the particular bit of a genius that I feel like is his fucking ingrowing toenail.
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