Monday, June 26, 2017

I'm feeling peckish




13 comments:

rwnutjob said...

Damn!
Emerson
Emerson nice'uns

Anonymous said...

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

Rodger the Real King of France said...

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

T macWeave said...

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

Drew458 said...

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.

Rodger the Real King of France said...

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

Eskyman said...

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

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

Anonymous said...

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

Anonymous said...

I hear motorboats.

poletax

Stu Tarlowe said...

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!

Anonymous said...

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

Anonymous said...

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.

David said...

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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