GG,
Snoopy is right, you're lucky it was a bug and not a SUV! Those things make it hard to see how close you are to hitting something ESPECIALLY if you're a ding dong! or on the phone or blond or a teen or all of the above!

yay boobies!
sorry couldn't help it!!!

 

I am not touching that one, GG. Nope.

 

I was thinking the same thing while reading your post...these guys are going to zero right in on the boob thing..and they did not disappoint! It's fun to watch men take any subject a make ***** out of it!! They can be such ***** sometimes..ya know!!!


But beside the whole boob thing, it reminded me of Fried Green Tomatoes when she pulls in and says "I'm older, and I've got more insurance" I don't know WHY it reminded me of that but it did.

 

Hey, if you gals didn't allready have'm, youd like'em too!

 

 

And if we didn't like'm, where would that leave you?

High and dry! ;-)

 

I'm sorry I didn't hear anything after *****
Gg glad to hear your out riding again

 

What were we talking about? I know how you feel, the only place I really wear a helmet, by choice, is around the local university. However, I going there becuase of the boobies. Sometimes in life you just have to sacrifice to appreicate the bueaty of boobies.

I plagerized this:
5 Poems About Boobies And Stuff

With Apologies to Wm. Shakespeare:

Shall I compare them to two melons ripe?
Thou art well-stacked, like a wall of brick
Rough hands on my pants do wipe
And my crotch is getting mighty thick.

Sometimes too hotly my eyes burn
On your round fruit so sweet and perky
And in your cleavage cleft I yearn
To fill the space with my thick jerky

But thy eternal lust shall not be quenched
Nor lose the fire in your snoopy
Until my linen shirt be drenched
With sweat, and my briefs become quite droopy

So long as you are willing
And I am able
So long we'll screw
Under every dining table


With Apologies to Walt Whitman:

To the left and to the right
To the large and to the small
Those with uplifted nipples, the push of satin bound in wire
Those with soft cups, full of life and desire,
I say to one and all
I will eat thee 'ere I sleep,
And wake with dreams of boobly-oobly on my lips.


With Apologies to Mike Doughty (and sung to the tune of "27 Jennifers"):
("listen", under the Skittish/Rockity Roll section)

27 Pairs of Breasts

I had a dream of 27 pairs of breasts
15 B's, 8 Cs, and the Ds…the best
Hand on my bone, an'
Thrashin' and moanin'
The horniness stinks up the room

They could be the groupies my guy promised me,
I could be the Sex King now, yeah,
They could be the girlies in my chick posse
They could ring my king-ding-dong now, yeah

Signed autographs on 27 pairs of breasts
19 As, 3 Bs, I forget the rest
Still I'm so horned up
The cute ones phoned up
The only one here is my hand

Where are those groupies my guy promised me?
Where is my Sex King crown now?
Wonder what's on Playboy Channel teevee
Maybe just a Latin fantasy

27 pairs of breasts
27 pairs of breasts




With Apologies to Biblical Scholars and Football Fans:

Song of Solomon (Solomon Jackson, Chicago Bears Fan)

O!, Daughters of the East (Coast), I pray you
And daughters of the Mid(West), take heed;
Daughters of the West (Coast), Arise!
Fear not the onlookers!
Run into the fields of grapes, and honey, and nard
And shed the confines of bras and camisoles!
Run! Run to he who awaits you
With cups and cups of beer,
Bread and cheese from the finest faraway ports
of Wisconsin,
Sheepskin blankets,
Cable television, and French ticklers.
Run to him who is your stallion,
Your field hand,
And a pretty nice guy.
Run! Jumpeth his bones,
And maketh him to lie down on the couch,
whereupon his merriment will arise
Like a goalpost,
And await your mounting,
but quickly,
for it is merely halftime.

O, his left hand will be under your ***,
and his right hand reaching the remote.
God be praised for football season!