It’s not often we come across (anyone who finds innuendo in that sentence is a total cochon) a new brand of underwear for which/for whom/for whence/for once the advertising campaign features a fully bummable gentleman caller writhing around the Highlands of Scotland in his bra and panties, not on the verge of a coronary.
Anyone know where this is going? Anyone?
Bluebuck, however, is just such a new brand of pant whose face/ass/front bottom has been photographed hob-nobbing with the heathers in the Highlands of Scotland.
Further south, said new brand of pant had a launch party in London’s glittering London at a venue where gays frequent, perchance to bum, last week. Or the week before. Could even have been the week before that.
What we’re trying to say is we forgot to mention the launch party (see above), and we’d bum the bloke in the Bluebuck ad all around the world. And I, I, I.
It's Pancake Day (nyom nyom), and we all know what that means... Men in (fresh) pants!,