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Monday, June 26, 2017
13 comments:
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rwnutjob said...
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Damn!
Emerson
Emerson nice'uns -
6/26/17, 8:34 AM
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Anonymous said...
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"I like my women just a little on the trashy side." -Anymouse
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6/26/17, 9:00 AM
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Rodger the Real King of France said...
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I shan't apologize. Art is Everywhere. USA USA
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6/26/17, 9:23 AM
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T macWeave said...
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So it's almost Eid so some one celebrated to much and had to clean out the empties before...
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6/26/17, 9:32 AM
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Drew458 said...
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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. -
6/26/17, 9:33 AM
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Rodger the Real King of France said...
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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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6/26/17, 10:28 AM
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Eskyman said...
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Hey, if they're throwing her out- well, I'm a collector, is all.
One man's trash is another man's treasure! -
6/26/17, 11:31 AM
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Anonymous said...
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If that's the trash, I would have liked to be at that party.
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6/26/17, 11:31 AM
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Anonymous said...
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I hear motorboats.
poletax -
6/26/17, 1:28 PM
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Unknown said...
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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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6/26/17, 1:30 PM
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Anonymous said...
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ROG...Stu hit me with his Thesaurus again....-Anymouse
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6/26/17, 4:39 PM
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Anonymous said...
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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. -
6/26/17, 8:04 PM
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David said...
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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." -
6/26/17, 10:18 PM
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