Originally Posted by Borgoguy
"Things. I've really made a mess of the embroidery on Papa's crimson Prince Albert robe. One might hazard to call it a complete splooging (sic).
I shall need it laundered at your soonest opportunity. And, of course, will rely on your never wavering, if not entirely stalwart, discretion, especially amongst the houseboys and animal husbandry staff. Needless to say, there shall be a reward of vigorous fisting for your troubles, old boy"
I've read every Wodehouse novel. But would give anything to have him pen that version with "Things". I might lose my mind laughing.
much like Things' self-admitted erections, the red robe was bound to raise its ugly head.