A cute, captivating, artistic and crucially alcoholic ministerial with a penchant for rowing lads. Don't ask about buttons, jelly, fruit or what she's talking about. Brilliant stroke, but occasionally confused and prone both to ego trips and body complexes.
Beckykins, my child, shouldn't you be wearing a scarf?
Where's all the wine gone? Beckykins!
Love ya really Beckykins!
Where's all the wine gone? Beckykins!
Love ya really Beckykins!
by Comrade Wales December 13, 2005