No wonder they’re confused. You’re wearing your ring on your right hand.
No – that’s my left hand. My right hand is flung behind my back. To counterbalance the bling. My tummy is facing the boys. Ja?
It’s so her left hand Lesley. Jeez.
I like how the fingers of your left hand are so big in comparison to the right hand’s non-existent fingers – that must be one helluva ring.
‘cos it’s closer…
I think your right hand has withered away through lack of ring wearing.
I’d better find some right-handed rings to even things out.
Those are flirty, flirty boys ….
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