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I like your blue undies. As I've said before, you are one hairy beast. But all that hair looks nice on you.
Why is Labor Day in the US celebrated during September? In most countries, it's the 1st of May.
I am glad you asked!
The short of it has to do with the good ol' American disdain of appealing to capital leftists but still giving them a little something-something to appease the masses
Essentially when it came time for America to dole out the holiday, it realized that May 1st was too close to May 4th... which is the date of the Haymarket affair and if they were to do so that day then it would be associated to that debacle.
*yes I linked wiki. I am lazy today and if you want legit sources you can follow the trail of crumbs found on the linked page.
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and in other news...
I fully endorse Odwalla's Chocolate Protein Shake.
I have had my fair share of various protein shakes in my day *insert prison/homosexual joke* but NONE have had the thick, velvety, mouth-coating, goodness that this particular brand has. Most other brands tend to be either too watery and thin, or too thick and bordering on chunky... both of which makes swallowing a little difficult when you are in a hurry or trying to be sneaky. Another thing that makes Odwalla's Chocolate Protein Shake so good is how much there is! It doesn't seem it when you are out shopping and you see them next to larger items, but the 12oz. bottles are the perfect fit in your hand... and the way they bottle the product, a way that makes one feel it cannot wait to burst forth into your mouth simply adds to the appeal. I mean... we've all held a weak packaged product, and sure we have a taste for what's inside but there's just something a bit disappointing when the vessel fails to stand up to perceived expectations.
No worries about that with the packaging (bottling) and contents of this creamy concoction! Though I will tell you this... prior to you picking it up, some settling has occurred, which admittedly is visually off putting. But it's nothing a little swift wrist and forearm action cannot fix. As for how to go about it's actual consumption I will simply leave that up to the individual. I really cannot think of a wrong way. I mean... twisting off the top and taking it straight down from the source is just as appealing as watching the luxuriant liquid pour into stemmed glass of some kind. (Though I feel I would have a difficult time keeping myself from swirling it around in the glass between each savoring sip!). I like using a straw personally. I just like how the product responds to my sucking. When sucked hard, it flows so think and strong... almost with a sense of purpose to nourish me with it's sweet succulence. When sucked slow and leisurely I find my tongue to be bathed under a slow trickle of subtle flavor notes... and with 90% organic ingredients there is little to doubt in regards to the taste of this product! It's so good that it's tempting to slick up what little has dribbled down the side, coat my lips with it like lip gloss and sneak tastes of it all day! No one would even know!
I fully endorse Odwalla's Chocolate Protein Shake.
I have had my fair share of various protein shakes in my day *insert prison/homosexual joke* but NONE have had the thick, velvety, mouth-coating, goodness that this particular brand has. Most other brands tend to be either too watery and thin, or too thick and bordering on chunky... both of which makes swallowing a little difficult when you are in a hurry or trying to be sneaky. Another thing that makes Odwalla's Chocolate Protein Shake so good is how much there is! It doesn't seem it when you are out shopping and you see them next to larger items, but the 12oz. bottles are the perfect fit in your hand... and the way they bottle the product, a way that makes one feel it cannot wait to burst forth into your mouth simply adds to the appeal. I mean... we've all held a weak packaged product, and sure we have a taste for what's inside but there's just something a bit disappointing when the vessel fails to stand up to perceived expectations.
No worries about that with the packaging (bottling) and contents of this creamy concoction! Though I will tell you this... prior to you picking it up, some settling has occurred, which admittedly is visually off putting. But it's nothing a little swift wrist and forearm action cannot fix. As for how to go about it's actual consumption I will simply leave that up to the individual. I really cannot think of a wrong way. I mean... twisting off the top and taking it straight down from the source is just as appealing as watching the luxuriant liquid pour into stemmed glass of some kind. (Though I feel I would have a difficult time keeping myself from swirling it around in the glass between each savoring sip!). I like using a straw personally. I just like how the product responds to my sucking. When sucked hard, it flows so think and strong... almost with a sense of purpose to nourish me with it's sweet succulence. When sucked slow and leisurely I find my tongue to be bathed under a slow trickle of subtle flavor notes... and with 90% organic ingredients there is little to doubt in regards to the taste of this product! It's so good that it's tempting to slick up what little has dribbled down the side, coat my lips with it like lip gloss and sneak tastes of it all day! No one would even know!
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All right now, Labor Day was yesterday.
BACK TO WORK
Such a master at shadows and lighting... much to our disadvantage.
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Such a master at shadows and lighting... much to our disadvantage.
You made me feel bad for feeling so good at what I do
. To make up for it, here are a couple b-sides and a couple cropped versions that I didn't much care for.
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You made me feel bad for feeling so good at what I do
You certainly did make up for it. I love the last shot. Something about seeing all of you from that angle... thighs, hips, stomach, chest, arms.... Makes me happy.
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another b-side that needs to be seen in a size larger than the maximum allowable size to attach.
still not sure I really care for it... but here you go.
http://s1.postimage.org/m26y4bp67/IMGP0296.jpg
still not sure I really care for it... but here you go.
http://s1.postimage.org/m26y4bp67/IMGP0296.jpg
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Fuck. This is hot. Digging all the body hair. Thanks for sharing.
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I care for it greatly... fucking hot.
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You made me feel bad for feeling so good at what I do
Alright I'll let the lack of kiltedness slide on these
Seriously you look so much better than any NY city catwalk model.
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Wanted to include this with the other b-sides last night but had issue uploading it to the site. No problems tonight though.
http://s4.postimage.org/511mxqfw8/IMGP0295.jpg
and now I am officially out of pics again.
http://s4.postimage.org/511mxqfw8/IMGP0295.jpg
and now I am officially out of pics again.
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Alright I'll let the lack of kiltedness slide on these
Seriously you look so much better than any NY city catwalk model.
maybe tomorrow? we'll see. I just did a photoshoot of the backyard fauna for a friend of ours so I'll be busy working with those pics for awhile. On top of some other impromptu work I was volunteered to do... which I seriously need to finish with.
and thanks... but I seriously wouldn't go that far. I mean, I got a lot of smoke and mirrors at my disposal.
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You don't know how much I would love to cuddle up next to you, and run my fingers through that luscious man-hair... Wonderful pictures, and what you write, is marvelous!
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That hip gets me every time... its begging to be licked.
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I got a message earlier this evening from a good friend of mine.
It was a simple message that said: Porn is wonderful.
I have a long standing history of enjoying pornography. And by long, I mean long. This isn't a point of bragging. There always seems to be some sort of competition when it comes to shit you are not supposed to do. Be it the first time you fucked, to the first time you got drunk ass shitfaced. I do not like competition. In fact I fucking hate it. Honest to fuck I do. But that doesn't keep me from comparing and competing with assholes deep down in the dank cellar of dark emotions. But more on that shit later.
I cannot recall how old I was, but it is one of the very few memories I have of my dad. So think back to the first memories that you know for certain are real. They don't have to be clear memories, shifting of details are to be expected... but you do have to not only know they are real, but you have to feel it. They have to be emotional memories as well... it was about that age I'm thinking.
basically the story goes like this: Dad had an assortment of dirty mags he would periodically leaf through when mom wasn't around. Nothing creepy, nothing molestery, just father/son kickin' back casualness... kinda like a "good ol' boys club" type of situation.
being as old as I was and not hip to the awesomeness of female nudity I of course didn't understand it all; but nevertheless, was curious and oddly frightened at the same time. So imagine if you will a little y=mx+b sitting on the floor leafing through a dirty mag like his old man only to go "!EEEP!" once I got to the naked pages causing me to quickly shut the mag but only to intrepidly begin working my way once again towards the naked pages...
This of course was mildly entertaining for my dad and the closer I got to the naked pages the more he would be like... "oh no! is she getting closer!!!" and I'd laugh and peek around the next page and sure enough... "!EEEP! and I'd shut the mag again and my dad would be like "look at this one!" showing me the page on his mag and I'd be all "!EEEP!" and my dad would be all like... "she's going to get you!" and he'd chase me around the house and it was fun.
That winter my mom cleared a spot in the yard and set his collection aflame while he was away at work. I didn't get the sense it was out of anger or disgust but rather out of exhaustion (actually my mom's pretty cool... a mom? yes, a prude? no). But I was young and like all children of parents didn't know the private politics or hidden dynamics of parental relationships.
no matter... after the fired died out I got to sifting through the ashes and I remember finding some pieces of paper with parts of flesh colored images on them. I remember being even less able to make sense of them, as they were FAR from complete images. However, I do remember clear as day a feeling of importance, and how one of the images had a string of pearls. I also remember that it was that particular image that caused me to feel and think that there was something more that I really really liked about what I was seeing but not really sure why.
I don't have too many memories in regards to the experience(s). No doubt words were exchanged between parents only to be later resolved as such is the way relationships tend to go until the next issue comes up. Sometime thereafter (one, maybe two years later?) my dad passed away.
Anyway... reading my friends message tonight I just got to thinking about how something can be more than what it is sometimes. And for some reason... tonight, it was.
Porn is indeed wonderful.
Thank you.
It was a simple message that said: Porn is wonderful.
I have a long standing history of enjoying pornography. And by long, I mean long. This isn't a point of bragging. There always seems to be some sort of competition when it comes to shit you are not supposed to do. Be it the first time you fucked, to the first time you got drunk ass shitfaced. I do not like competition. In fact I fucking hate it. Honest to fuck I do. But that doesn't keep me from comparing and competing with assholes deep down in the dank cellar of dark emotions. But more on that shit later.
I cannot recall how old I was, but it is one of the very few memories I have of my dad. So think back to the first memories that you know for certain are real. They don't have to be clear memories, shifting of details are to be expected... but you do have to not only know they are real, but you have to feel it. They have to be emotional memories as well... it was about that age I'm thinking.
basically the story goes like this: Dad had an assortment of dirty mags he would periodically leaf through when mom wasn't around. Nothing creepy, nothing molestery, just father/son kickin' back casualness... kinda like a "good ol' boys club" type of situation.
being as old as I was and not hip to the awesomeness of female nudity I of course didn't understand it all; but nevertheless, was curious and oddly frightened at the same time. So imagine if you will a little y=mx+b sitting on the floor leafing through a dirty mag like his old man only to go "!
EEEP!" once I got to the naked pages causing me to quickly shut the mag but only to intrepidly begin working my way once again towards the naked pages...This of course was mildly entertaining for my dad and the closer I got to the naked pages the more he would be like... "oh no! is she getting closer!!!" and I'd laugh and peek around the next page and sure enough... "!
EEEP! and I'd shut the mag again and my dad would be like "look at this one!" showing me the page on his mag and I'd be all "!EEEP!" and my dad would be all like... "she's going to get you!" and he'd chase me around the house and it was fun.That winter my mom cleared a spot in the yard and set his collection aflame while he was away at work. I didn't get the sense it was out of anger or disgust but rather out of exhaustion (actually my mom's pretty cool... a mom? yes, a prude? no). But I was young and like all children of parents didn't know the private politics or hidden dynamics of parental relationships.
no matter... after the fired died out I got to sifting through the ashes and I remember finding some pieces of paper with parts of flesh colored images on them. I remember being even less able to make sense of them, as they were FAR from complete images. However, I do remember clear as day a feeling of importance, and how one of the images had a string of pearls. I also remember that it was that particular image that caused me to feel and think that there was something more that I really really liked about what I was seeing but not really sure why.
I don't have too many memories in regards to the experience(s). No doubt words were exchanged between parents only to be later resolved as such is the way relationships tend to go until the next issue comes up. Sometime thereafter (one, maybe two years later?) my dad passed away.
Anyway... reading my friends message tonight I just got to thinking about how something can be more than what it is sometimes. And for some reason... tonight, it was.
Porn is indeed wonderful.
Thank you.
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what about the days when I used to be more mean to you?
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and in other news...
ever have so much shit inside your head that you'd like to talk about/express your opinion/go on some sort of something or another where you--write everything down in your head and it makes sense to you; only to read it later and realize that it didn't make a fuck-lick-of-sense but it's out there and people read it and there's no point in deleting it or possibility of taking it back or somehow make people unread it, and not know where to even fucking start or if it's even really worth starting because you know at some point you'll lose interest in what you are saying and begin to wonder what the fuck the point is of even sharing it when you aren't going to fucking complete it and eventually give up because... I mean seriously... if you lose fucking interest in what you have to say why the fuck expect for anyone else have an interest in it so you may as well not even fucking bother because who cares--type of moments?
that there be the moment I'm standing in right now.
ever have so much shit inside your head that you'd like to talk about/express your opinion/go on some sort of something or another where you--write everything down in your head and it makes sense to you; only to read it later and realize that it didn't make a fuck-lick-of-sense but it's out there and people read it and there's no point in deleting it or possibility of taking it back or somehow make people unread it, and not know where to even fucking start or if it's even really worth starting because you know at some point you'll lose interest in what you are saying and begin to wonder what the fuck the point is of even sharing it when you aren't going to fucking complete it and eventually give up because... I mean seriously... if you lose fucking interest in what you have to say why the fuck expect for anyone else have an interest in it so you may as well not even fucking bother because who cares--type of moments?
that there be the moment I'm standing in right now.
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and in real-time domestic news...
Me to Mrs. Y='s: So... what do you think?
Mrs. Y='s: Nothing much. What do you think?
Me: (looking at her exposed cleavage) I was thinking about blow-jobs (taking peripheral note of our sleepy cozy cat napping on the back of the couch)
Mrs. Y='s: Mmmm... what about them?
Me: (without missing a beat) I was thinking about how the cat has yet to give me one (turning my head to the side and resting my cheek on the cat)
Mrs. Y='s (laughing) Oh God... (and as if on cue... the cat bolts off the couch)
never a dull moment in this house... except for most of the time in between the not so dull moments.
Me to Mrs. Y='s: So... what do you think?
Mrs. Y='s: Nothing much. What do you think?
Me: (looking at her exposed cleavage) I was thinking about blow-jobs (taking peripheral note of our sleepy cozy cat napping on the back of the couch)
Mrs. Y='s: Mmmm... what about them?
Me: (without missing a beat) I was thinking about how the cat has yet to give me one (turning my head to the side and resting my cheek on the cat)
Mrs. Y='s (laughing) Oh God... (and as if on cue... the cat bolts off the couch)
never a dull moment in this house... except for most of the time in between the not so dull moments.
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