You've been on fire recently E-K, you deserve a break. Re the two strumpets pictured, I'd do 'em...no problem...well..errrr...only that..errrm...they may want to have a say in it....to be fair 'n' all...but ..yeah...phwoaarr and all that. Vorderman over the Middleton girl, but give youing pippa a few years and she'll be my type, no doubt, twinset, pearls and bluestockings...did I say that out loud? She can keep the dirty riding boots on!!! I did didn't I..say that out loud!
Hopefully MTG will be along to analyse those statements and help me out!
I may know absolutely nothing of Gibsons and Fenders....but the female form has been my best subject since the tender age of 13yrs.
The derriere curve line is a series of complex equations relative to body symmetry. A resolution can be obtained over the course of a week with the aid of six super computers. However if you can't wait for all that nonsense, a healthy man can usually compute all of the data, instantaneously.
Alas, nobody has yet discovered how the 'randy' core of the male hypothalamus works the timeless miracle.
Pip It was more of an "Emmision" by our host Intermission is the moment his eyes cross before he expells his fecundity and adds to the limited Devonian gene pool
Vorderman is pure filth .....err...sorry, what, half past 10? Now where was I? Everyone likes a pert bum though - it evokes memories of spring, of youth, of May dances, of lofty dreams and if you can perv at it through a dull ceremony with the wife unable to bollock you - whry hey hey - result.
A view of the back of the female form is often compared to the shape of a guitar (or in certain other cases, a large double bass - no names, no packdrill!).
Well, it's like this: here in America all the men were forced to watch that 2 hour long wedding by our wives/girlfriends/female bartenders/etc. So for 2 hours we sat there, eyes glazing over, drooling on ourselves from boredom, while our reporters worshipped the royalty like Muslims searching for Allah. And then, in the midst of our stupor, we saw Pippa's ass. And it was something more exciting than the endless droning of our subservient news media. It was an ass that, if you're going to be kissing ass so very much, might actually be worth kissing. And so we focused our hazy attentions on that, on Pippa's nice ass. It wasn't the finest ass, but it was fine enough. What else was there to keep our attention?
Days later, when asked how we felt about the royal wedding by those same cruel women who made us watch it in the first place, the only thing we could remember was when we noticed Pippa's ass. So that is the only memory we have of the whole ordeal. Thus, it stands out to us as a monumental British icon of greatness. We salute Pippa's ass. And Kate's, too, as long as we're at it. But Pippa's top came off at some point and her nakedness made its way into our tabloids, so we notice her more.
'Jaded' has made attempts to contact you on blogs other than your maid abode, here at E-K's. She wants a number on which you can be contacted...saying she is desperate for it...so could you give her one, there's a good fellow.
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Has Carol lost her contact lens in the carpet?
How long is a while, surely it doesn't take you that long to relieve yourself of your excitement at Miss V's rear?
You've been on fire recently E-K, you deserve a break. Re the two strumpets pictured, I'd do 'em...no problem...well..errrr...only that..errrm...they may want to have a say in it....to be fair 'n' all...but ..yeah...phwoaarr and all that. Vorderman over the Middleton girl, but give youing pippa a few years and she'll be my type, no doubt, twinset, pearls and bluestockings...did I say that out loud? She can keep the dirty riding boots on!!! I did didn't I..say that out loud!
Hopefully MTG will be along to analyse those statements and help me out!
She is the MILF supreme isnt she?
She has managed to get better looking and sexier as she ages
And any man here tell me thhat you never had a wank during countdown
Kev I hope the Mrs is out (;
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"pul orbic"
I may know absolutely nothing of Gibsons and Fenders....but the female form has been my best subject since the tender age of 13yrs.
The derriere curve line is a series of complex equations relative to body symmetry. A resolution can be obtained over the course of a week with the aid of six super computers. However if you can't wait for all that nonsense, a healthy man can usually compute all of the data, instantaneously.
Alas, nobody has yet discovered how the 'randy' core of the male hypothalamus works the timeless miracle.
Ah an intermission. Best have some music then, while the cat's away.. :-)
Woman - It looks like a home photo to me.
Thud - I don't know. I'm getting older y'know.
Ranter - Agreed. I think she'll be better older. I quite like her Mum.
Beast - Embarassingly accurated, I'm afraid. A students' favourite.
MTG - Relativity, guitars ... I had to pull my main bloggers back on side.
Pips - Thanks. I won't be gone long.
xx
Pip
It was more of an "Emmision" by our host
Intermission is the moment his eyes cross before he expells his fecundity and adds to the limited Devonian gene pool
I was having lunch with a very young lady in Chelsea once, when CV walked in.
Young Lady immediately noticed who she was and commented so in a discreet whisper! In the flesh, of course, they're always different aren't they!
BTW, YL is my YD...
Vorderman is pure filth .....err...sorry, what, half past 10? Now where was I? Everyone likes a pert bum though - it evokes memories of spring, of youth, of May dances, of lofty dreams and if you can perv at it through a dull ceremony with the wife unable to bollock you - whry hey hey - result.
A view of the back of the female form is often compared to the shape of a guitar (or in certain other cases, a large double bass - no names, no packdrill!).
Just saying, like..
Well, it's like this: here in America all the men were forced to watch that 2 hour long wedding by our wives/girlfriends/female bartenders/etc. So for 2 hours we sat there, eyes glazing over, drooling on ourselves from boredom, while our reporters worshipped the royalty like Muslims searching for Allah. And then, in the midst of our stupor, we saw Pippa's ass. And it was something more exciting than the endless droning of our subservient news media. It was an ass that, if you're going to be kissing ass so very much, might actually be worth kissing. And so we focused our hazy attentions on that, on Pippa's nice ass. It wasn't the finest ass, but it was fine enough. What else was there to keep our attention?
Days later, when asked how we felt about the royal wedding by those same cruel women who made us watch it in the first place, the only thing we could remember was when we noticed Pippa's ass. So that is the only memory we have of the whole ordeal. Thus, it stands out to us as a monumental British icon of greatness. We salute Pippa's ass. And Kate's, too, as long as we're at it. But Pippa's top came off at some point and her nakedness made its way into our tabloids, so we notice her more.
It's really as simple as that.
Well said Steve
Like we give a fuck about some balding (sorry Kev)horse faced twat marrying a drag queen ! ???
Our Host isnt remotely horse faced, however, NASA lease his head to bounce images back from the Hubble telescope
xxx
@ Ranter
'Jaded' has made attempts to contact you on blogs other than your maid abode, here at E-K's. She wants a number on which you can be contacted...saying she is desperate for it...so could you give her one, there's a good fellow.
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