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Monday, June 26, 2017

I'm feeling peckish




13 comments:

  1. Damn!
    Emerson
    Emerson nice'uns

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  2. "I like my women just a little on the trashy side." -Anymouse

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  3. I shan't apologize. Art is Everywhere. USA USA

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  4. So it's almost Eid so some one celebrated to much and had to clean out the empties before...

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  5. Put her out with the rest of the leftovers and trash. 4 year warranty is right; pretty soon those 38 Ds are going to be 44 Longs.

    Emily Shaw, BTW. When little rich girls go bad.

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  6. Not her fault, at all. And, for a small window in time. she is an absolutely wonderful work of art. Something I never was.

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  7. Hey, if they're throwing her out- well, I'm a collector, is all.

    One man's trash is another man's treasure!

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  8. If that's the trash, I would have liked to be at that party.

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  9. I hear motorboats.

    poletax

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  10. Drew458 said: "...pretty soon those 38 Ds are going to be 44 Longs."

    To each his own. I actually prefer 44 Longs; I think "perkiness" is 'way overrated; I think a certain pendulosity is extremely sexy.

    And they don't even have to be 44s, although, if you look up "pendulosity" under "images", you'll get pix of The Amazing Miss Carol Doda!

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  11. ROG...Stu hit me with his Thesaurus again....-Anymouse

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  12. Four years is three years longer than I got out of Mrs. H the First.

    It was something like a court adjudication: A year of my life, confiscation of an automobile and forfeiture of [approximately] $60,000 and a Walther PPK. Keeping in mind this was over 30-years ago, when money was worth something.

    Sir H the Comet.

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  13. My grandfather was a car salesman in Rapid City SD for many years. In the 60s one of his coworkers had this joke printed on the back of his business cards...

    A sweet young thing had over imbibing at the Alex Johnson Hotel lounge one night. Eventually she staggered out of the bar, and passed out over a trash can.

    A visiting business man passing by, saw her, picked her up and took her to his room. Then he hurried over to the Western Union office and telegraphed his partner:

    "Sell everything. Move the business here to Rapid City. They throw away better stuff here than you can buy in Chicago."

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