Sunday, September 8, 2013

            I'm just a big cruddy hunk-a-burnin'-love
      Petunia my sweet, I've got to have you now!
The modern metropolitan equivalent of the camping weekend - plenty of straps and guy-ropes and hours of discomfort at the end of which you are soaking wet and sobbing.

Friday, September 6, 2013

Since you've asked for it, the decision has been made to let you have it.


Oh, Gawd help me. I was invited to a birthday pool party. I'll be scarred for the rest of my life. It was stupefying, it gave new meaning to "going south". I have never seen so much hanging, hairy cleavage in my life. The defiance of gravity was breathtaking and the wonder of bloated shiny belly's was astounding. Amazingly, the belly's were excellent flotation devices and the hairy teats served as water wings bobbing on each side of the sunken chests with two water logged brownie nubs pinched up from the cold water. I've taken two aspirin and am forced to lie down with a cloth over my eyes, they are still bleeding.