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Tuesday, February 03, 2009

Where the Flubber Hirs the Road

Going, Going ...


Marsha was able to make this great leap in faith.  It was obvious to her, obviously, that oil sheiks, like those who drive a silver Mercedes,  would pounce on the opportunity to  marry her, and wallow in her certifiably ample flesh forever, and ever.  Lookers need not apply. Better hurry to the Dubai Craig's List, because she won't be on the market much longer.  I know I'm filled with lust.  Tim Walker too.

PS - I wonder if it would be okay to contact her about a commercial venture?

17 comments:

  1. Dayum Tim, That's the effing *bomb*!
    Of course, BEFORE, the leap I was already in lust.
    AFTER...hurling chunks...of EEWWWWW.

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  2. Well at least I credit her for not being all cottage-cheese chunks and multiple flaps of necrotic flesh...

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  3. Oh my God. Grandma!?!

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  4. If I remember correctly that is the same age and looks as the women outside the gate in the B-bars of Charleston S.C. in 1970.
    That is the navy I remember, Thanks for the refresher Tim.

    Mr. Juice

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  5. She reminded me of all the flight engineer's wives I met at the clubs on poor richard nights. Remind me and I'll tell you about the 'sportmans double'.
    Tim

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  6. Keep the thought in mind that she selected for posting the absolute best photos from several hundred.

    Boneshaker

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  7. Aaaaaa EEEeeeeeeee! My Eyes! Oh god, my Eyes!

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  8. I'd do her

    Spanky

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  9. Hey Rodger from a earlier post THEY CAN PUT THIS IN MY FILE ALSO

    THE NEW REGIME CAN KISS MY HAIRY WHITE ASS

    SPANKY

    verification word eatme

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  10. From the looks of her, she prolly has plenty of beer, but she better forget the 'wealthy' part of her proposal. But who knows - maybe cushiony blondes go for a premium in her location.
    Lt. Col. Gen. Tailgunner dick

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  11. Aaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh

    My eyes .... My eyes!

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  12. MR. JUICE! - 1970?!?
    Did you ever hang out at the old Merchant Seamans Club on East Bay street in Charleston, and were you a member of The Goose Creek Goons who would tear the place apart after your PolarisPontiac pulled in?

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  13. An extremely liberal use of the word "Model"!

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  14. Mr. Juice, I think that was true of Charleston in 1957 as well.

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  15. Hell...probably Charleston of 1863.

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  16. Hey... she's not bad for 47. All those people who are puking and retching are probably under 40, or have wives/girlfriends under 40, or have bulemic wives/girlfriends.

    That's just my take, of course.

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  17. I wasn't going to be the first to say it, but well, being 45 myself, I could see hitting that once I got a few beers in me.

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