Nothing to see here, Justa bit of Florida sunshine with a chance of hurricane.

[Justadesperatewifeandmom]

Mesmerised watching this. A lot of weird noises in the background.

thank you, and lol. I forget who was doing what. maybe cable crimping.

You have put a spell on me! Must obey the breasts !

can my breasts convince you to send wine.

This is just what I needed. You made my day. Thank you.

thank you.

If you had some jelly this would be a reenactment of the famous Airplane jiggling jello , titties scene, love that stupid movie so much!

Well hello sexy girl and WOW your making that cube sexy AF

So my babble game is weak as the lawn ninja's are attacking with their leaf blowers, just get a broom it use's zero gas and make less noise!

lol. lawn ninjas. do they know the sock and panty gnomes. I hate those fucking gnomes stealing my socks and panties from the washer and dryer.

Magnificence personified.

thank you

great video, although it beats me where you find the time or the nerve to produced such delights: you really are a sonsy treasure.

lol. well it only takes a minute or two, so that helps on the time and nerve

oh to be your cube neighbor

yeah I annoy my neighbors too. I am that person that puts her conference calls on speaker lol. again though, it is so everyone can tell I am on a call, so no one comes to my cube.

Oh how I would love to caress, fondle and worship with my lips and tongue those glorious breasts. SO fantastic. Thank you Justa for sharing.

thank you. I don't know, they look pretty boring to me. guess I am just used to them

https://media.giphy.com/media/5jSFQ2xmJKBaw/giphy.gif

*le sigh*

lol thank you.

Pretty sure you could arouse a eunuch!!!

aw thanks. i wish.

There is such goodness here. Such sexy goodness.

thank you.

errrr.... wow. And the commercial for the pizza in the background seemed completely appropriate...

lol, truth is I don't even know what is in the background of the shit I share. I have had others tell me more about my conference call I had on speaker and mute, than I noticed about my call.

I adore you for the fact that you take so much time to make sure we are aroused and amused on such a regular basis. You're amazing.

thank you. I try when I can

My office is between 64 and 68, lower if the perimenopausal women touch the buttons

god, that is a fucking freezer lol

thank you

Justa How you doin?

living the dream, living the dream. you?

Love seeing your gorgeous tits any day of the week! The video is great, I like the sounds your breasts make when swinging around and all that. Oh, and loved you showing off your manicured and polished nails, that was delightful! XOXO

thank you. my nails are pretty when I bother to paint them and not them chip until the paint is gone.

So much bouncing goodness!!! Justa, how can you expect a guy like me to get anything productive done when I could just watch your tits bounce instead?

Get shit done? Or watch massive tits bouncing around? What's the right decision? Getting stuff done is good, but watching your boobs bounce produces tingling feelings in a certain place of mine , which is also good and can relieve stress.

This is a dilemma long term. But in the short term I'll just say "fuck it" and enjoy watching your huge tits bounce!

well i am sure you can get something done while watching tits bounce.

Its Saturday so this means our sexy girl is not wearing panties and I love that! ::

eh, i think i wore panties all day

So... this thread is awesome

thank you. always happy to entertain

As much as I adore your spectacular breasts (and they ARE spectacular! and i DO adore them!) I love the smile and wave at the end. It's totally spectacular ...

thank you.

I feel compelled to pop in and publicly saw that this is truly one of the best threads here in Lit; currently and historically. I’ve been a member here for a long while and prior to this incarnation of myself a long while before that.

Just sayin .... sexy host, well commented upon, interactive, etc. it’s the first place I come when I login!

well thanks. there are a ton of fun threads on lit, so awesome to be up there. does that come with a ribbon or prize or something?

WOW! I just found this thread. Am glad I did. I would love to suck on your fingers after your play time!

well thanks.

What an absolutely phenomenal post!!

thank you

Miss You Justa... I hope all is well with you in the office and out!!!

it is ok, i could say I am super busy, but honestly I got sucked back into my bored moms club with prime day. But, last weekend when I was drinking, I sold a bunch of moms on some cheap sale corsets, that i shared some pictures, reviews, and links. So if any of your bored wives suddenly appear with an outfit that you think you have seen before, don't ask what is for dinner (unless it is her) and thank me later.

Bumpity for our sexy girl and back to school mom, I heard summer was over for the kiddies

kid starts kindergarten next week.

This is now my all-time favorite posting .. because it's all the pics of you. Thanks ever so much ..

thank you, and no isn't all, I gave up around page 136, and I haven't seen Fred around and don't want to bug him.

 

[Shaughn2323]

Now that is just a shitty day indeed I cant believe that only 1 person stopped to help. I live in NH and if you were on the side of the road trying to change your tire you would probably have about 10 guys pulling over and chomping at the bit to do all the work for you. Hell it would probably cause and accident and a major back up on the highway.

As always you are amazing.

 

[RjThoughts]

...

Typical behavior from someone who knows auto mechanics. Brother-in-law, when my wife would say something's wrong with her car would tell her to "Just turn up the radio."

 

[sinfulpleasure67]

You had me at the part where You know how to change a tire!

Gorgeous too!

 

[Justadesperatewifeandmom]

Now that is just a shitty day indeed I cant believe that only 1 person stopped to help. I live in NH and if you were on the side of the road trying to change your tire you would probably have about 10 guys pulling over and chomping at the bit to do all the work for you. Hell it would probably cause and accident and a major back up on the highway.

As always you are amazing.

Well at least it wasn't raining. and lol. I am not sure if it is a statement on aging or just the current state of the world and treating women as equals, but yes as the decades go by, less men offer to do things. though honestly in the past, 9 times out of 10 men who stopped to assist, didn't actually have the knowledge to assist (but no worries, I will tell you how to change a tire, just don't make me actually do it lol)

though I actually stop for less people myself. I don't know, I assume they are more capable or have phones and are able to call someone more capable. When people didnt have phones, I stopped more. I have actually changed a tire for an old couple once. The man didn't want to accept my help, wife made him, but i mean they were seriously in their 90s, I was hoping no one died before I finished and no one else was stopping. I may hate it and suck at it, but it isn't going to kill me, wasn't so sure about him.

Funniest ever though was a guy driving a really nice car, in a really high end suit, in an area he didn't belong, and he looked kind of freaked out. I stop and it turns out his problem is that his cellphone wouldn't charge. After I eyerolled in my head, found he had no spare fuses and his fancy foreign thing used different fuses than mine, I asked if he would could sacrifice his sunroof until he could deal with the situation, and I swapped his cigarette lighter fuse with that and the world was now better and he could get out of the ghetto because his phone could now charge. lol. seriously, looking like that, driving that, stopping where he did because his cellphone wouldn't charge. so weird.

Typical behavior from someone who knows auto mechanics. Brother-in-law, when my wife would say something's wrong with her car would tell her to "Just turn up the radio."

haha, honestly, that is my solution to half my car problems, but life has taught me what I can ignore and what I can't. check engine light, eh ignore it, it is always just an O2 sensor, I don't need a working O2 sensor. don't ignore oil or temperature gauges though lol.

 

[RjThoughts]

haha, honestly, that is my solution to half my car problems, but life has taught me what I can ignore and what I can't. check engine light, eh ignore it, it is always just an O2 sensor, I don't need a working O2 sensor. don't ignore oil or temperature gauges though lol.

LOL Her car's check engine light went on and a day later, she was in the shop, since he have all cars now under warranty. And yes, it was just an o2 sensor!

She had to pay our son and I each $20 because we bet her that was all that was wrong with it.

 

[ohverbatum7]

Car tyre blues


I got me a little sports car the wheels are made of wire

boy she runs just like a cadilac until I get big flat tire

Yo-del-lay-he Yo-del-lay-he Yo-del-lay-he

I went out one Sunday I met a girl named Amanda

I said come on little mama come and take a ride with me

Yo-del-lay-he Yo-del-lay-he Yo-del-lay-he

She kindly consented but we didn't go so far

because I soon find out she was just a big flat tire.

Yo-del-lay-he Yo-del-lay-he Yo-del-lay-he

Now look here little mama if you don't like my traits

Just take it out of my automobile and use your roller skates

Yo-del-lay-he Yo-del-lay-he Yo-del-lay-he

If you can't give me a little loving If all you can do it talk

I let you out at the corner, i'll go home and you can walk

Yo-del-lay-he Yo-del-lay-he Yo-del-lay-he
That must be the worst blues song ever, but the only one I could find about a flat tyre I was almost tempted to criticize you old man, but you would probably scratch my eyes out.

 

[Justadesperatewifeandmom]

You had me at the part where You know how to change a tire!

Gorgeous too!

aw thanks. but oooh i suck royally at it. and curse a whole hell of a lot while doing it lol. I can plug a tire too, many times lol, look at me all fancy. jump start a car for sure. I can also shift my car by getting out and shifting it on the transmission itself using the ebrake when my transmission cable snaps, until i can get somewhere to get a nytie and reattach it (hubby gets tasked with actually replacing the cable, both times it happened (2 different circa 90s cavaliers). I know exactly how far I can drive without an alternator, a serpentine belt, or in a car that can't hold water.

Yeah, i have driven junker cars my whole life. When I lived up north, there was quite a bit of batting my eyes and slipping inspectors a $50. Nice thing is here, no inspections or emissions. I bought a newer car once, still have it, though now it has about 350000 miles on it so not that nice. I call it my zombie car, everything is broken, it should have been dead years ago, but it just doesn't die. I actually prefer older though. lower insurance, easier to fix, and low stress if someone spills something, hits it, whatever.

best fix story would have to be my 67 camaro though. bank drive through. I put it in park and turned it off to hear them as the car was loud. try to leave, and nothing. not like it is not cranking, more like I am trying to start it in drive. try putting it in neutral, back to park. nothing. I can't get to my tool box in the trunk because, I parked dead center and can't open my doors far enough to get out. I get the teller to send a phillips head screw driver down the tube in the canister, take apart the console, bridge the neutral safety switch, and now I can start and move my car. park, give them their screwdriver back. I never did fix it, just left the console unscrewed, lifted and used the top my lighter to bridge the switch everyday. lol. I called it my anti-theft device.

 

[wickedpanda]

You went through all that and still had to pop my Panty free Saturday fantasy, so mean!

Gonna say it and then never mention it again Triple A membership.

Shit like that would tend to sour any sexy weekend plans and limited your desire to be naked and then chat with us......you cared enough to keep us out of your anger area , and now share those amazing magical boobs once again and even brag about your new battery and tires

Have a better week sexy girl.

 

[Todger65]

Good to see your tits are still in good working order even if your car wasn’t.

I use our AA motoring organisation. An annual fee covers it. Over the last 2 years I have had good service out of them. Towed in when the clutch failed (manufacturers defect) and 5 days car hire while it was fixed. They came to the house, checked and replaced the battery. Took over an hour. Only cost to me was the new battery (6years old).

Over the years, over many vehicles ive owned I’ve had my money’s worth out of them.

 

[Justadesperatewifeandmom]

LOL Her car's check engine light went on and a day later, she was in the shop, since he have all cars now under warranty. And yes, it was just an o2 sensor!

She had to pay our son and I each $20 because we bet her that was all that was wrong with it.

it always is, always is
if any of my cars check engine lights turn off, I am pulling over fast, something is very wrong lol.

Car tyre blues


I got me a little sports car the wheels are made of wire

boy she runs just like a cadilac until I get big flat tire

Yo-del-lay-he Yo-del-lay-he Yo-del-lay-he

I went out one Sunday I met a girl named Amanda

I said come on little mama come and take a ride with me

Yo-del-lay-he Yo-del-lay-he Yo-del-lay-he

She kindly consented but we didn't go so far

because I soon find out she was just a big flat tire.

Yo-del-lay-he Yo-del-lay-he Yo-del-lay-he

Now look here little mama if you don't like my traits

Just take it out of my automobile and use your roller skates

Yo-del-lay-he Yo-del-lay-he Yo-del-lay-he

If you can't give me a little loving If all you can do it talk

I let you out at the corner, i'll go home and you can walk

Yo-del-lay-he Yo-del-lay-he Yo-del-lay-he
That must be the worst blues song ever, but the only one I could find about a flat tyre I was almost tempted to criticize you old man, but you would probably scratch my eyes out.

haha, yeah such a bad song.

and no worries, he was being an ass. However, in his defense, he is aware that I am completely capable. Honestly, I think he overestimates me. He doesn't appreciate how different things are being female. He didn't appreciate the fact that I might be perceived as less than in any way because of being female. Therefore the fact that I might use that to manipulate situations was amusing to him to watch as I stacked situations in my favor, but he never fell for my weak or naive act. He was amazed at how much better I did at hitchhiking, for example. however, that also brings in the mechanics discussion, my career path etc. He didn't believe, for a long time, that I could not even open my mouth and be viewed as less capable than him in many many situations simply because of how I look and being female. Even the obvious that I was so much better at hitchhiking because not only did I not look like a threat, but because looking at me, half of them saw prey.

He never thought to ask if I could scale a 6ft barbed wire fence along side of him, which yes I can, but he never even thought to tell me to wear appropriate shoes for dates that involved breaking into places, so rude that i have to scale fences in high heeled boots lol. In some ways that also makes him very dense, but it is one of the things that attracted me to him. He was probably the first man in my life who wasn't hanging out with me in an effort to screw me (god, I hit on him so much, and was completely oblivious), or telling me with how I looked I should find a rich man to take care of me. He always treated me as an equal, was never patronizing or condescending or implying I couldn't or shouldn't do something because I am just a girl. It is like he didn't see me as a female at all, just a person. As life has gone by, I will admit in many ways life would be easier if he saw me as a chick first and foremost, but it did make me stronger, try harder, be harder, and again was so very intriguing to me, as that is not how I was accustomed to being treated. It also took away a lot of power I thought I had too, as I couldn't use fallback chick manipulation methods to make things play in my favor with him.

 

[spawnofdavey]

So I'm way late to this particular party but I'd just like to say that I'm blown away by how sexy, erotic, cute and funny this thread is. Love it.

 

[Shyguy1369]

Well happy Tuesday. Before I flash my tits, ya’ll get to here me whine. Friday night was the worst night ever. Ok, not really, but it fucking sucked.

Ok first, I tend to make hubby deal with everything car related, because I hate it, it sucks, he is better at it, and if it does need a mechanic, they charge women more. Issue is, He often also fails to believe me about issues though. Anyway, about three weeks ago, I told him he needed to take my car to a tire shop because at least one tire was about to detread, get me new ones. I don’t know which tire, it would need to be in the air so I could spin the tires and look, but I can feel at least one is about to fail. He ignores me and keeps putting it off, and I keep dealing. I know I could deal with it myself, but again, every household often has certain duties performed by certain members, and the vehicles fall under him, and I do prefer it that way. Seriously, Dante forgot to include the circle especially for mechanics, used car salesman, and lawyers (ok some mechanics are awesome, but most try to lie to me, try to jack up prices, make shit up, and act like I am stupid because it is what they do when it is a female customer, study after study prove this, it is not in my head.)

Anyway, so driving home, and the back passenger tire finally detreads. Actually, ripped apart the underside of my trunk when it happened too, like move the carpet and see like a foot of road lol. It is amazing it missed my gas pipe. The damage was really impressive though. I turn on my hazards, and I was in the left lane at the time, so I pull into one of those big center areas where cops hang and you can do uturns (cops no longer patrol this area, it was famous for its speed traps, along with a neighboring town, but both police forces were closed due to corruption and ticket quotas, so these spots are never used anymore)

So, I call hubby, because I hate changing fucking tires. It takes me a fucking hour and a lot of grief to do, and he seems to knock it out in 5 minutes, easily. No answer on repeated attempts to both home and cell. I know he is home, but I accept I shall be changing my own tire. And I know it will suck.

First, it has been so long that the screwy cap that holds the fake floor over the donut doesn’t spin, so I have to pull it up some to get the tire iron out, so I can beat it. Finally get that off. Find the car has those stupid decorative lug nut covers on, so I have to fight with those things first. Finally get them off, and get to the real bitch. Getting the lug nuts loosened. I am wearing the worst shoes for it too. These crappy canvas shoes. They have, like, no sole. I don’t have the upper body strength to loosen a lug nut, so I kick down on the tire iron to do that, usually many times until it gives. This takes fucking forever and in crappy shoes means I feel it each time. During that time, 2 different men driving by decided to honk and yell whatever pervy shit. Now don’t get me wrong, I love pervy compliments, it makes me smile when I am pumping gas, or walking down the street or whatever, but do not be pervy when I am pissed off especially if you aren’t doing anything to make me less pissed off. Considered throwing a tire iron at them, but who am I kidding, I throw like a girl, if I had the strength to throw a tire iron well, I could probably get my lug nuts off fairly easily. I did give them a bitchy look though. It was not satisfying.

So, finally get the lug nuts loosened. Get my jack, and it also hasn’t been used in so long, that I can’t turn it. Smack it around a little, and finally it loosens so I can turn it. I jack up the car, actually unscrew all the lug nuts I loosened, put my donut on, put lug nuts on, lower my car to tighten, say fuck it to the decorative covers, get everything away, get in, turn my hazards off, start my car.

Fuck, it doesn’t fucking start. Mother fucking piece of crap car, yada yada yada. My 3 year old battery apparently can’t take having the hazards running for what has now been about an hour, while the car isn’t running. I look, and not only do I not have a jump box, I don’t even have jumper cables. Call hubby again to see if I can get a jump. He finally answers, he is grumpy that I was bugging him by repeatedly calling, grumpy because he was dealing with 4 kids that day (he made a playdate with his friend who has 2 kids, and friends wife has be volunteering him to take care of a coworkers kid), and he is half lit, because I guess, him and friend were drinking beer in the garage watching the kids play. So obvious he isn’t helping me. I tell him to at least feed the kid dinner, as I am already super fucking late, and will be later.

I accept I have to call a tow truck for a jump. While calling, a man pulls up and asks if he can help, and I ask about jumper cables and he does have them. Yes. So I tell tow company never mind. Even better, guy who pulled over is a mechanic, so I don’t have to do anything as he knows how to jump a car. And ten minutes later, I am finally back on my way home. Not only do I not get sympathy when I finally get home, not even laughter at the irony I thought I was finally done after changing my tire, but that it took me so fucking long, my battery died. No, I get grumpy that his day was hard and I was so late that he had to adult longer and he storms off to bed. And my kid’s dinner was he handed the kid a loaf of bread and a pack of lunch meat. Fucking hell. And he knows how much I hate changing tires (he also knows it annoys me that he does it in seriously less than 5 minutes and makes it look easy. And those fucking lug nuts take every ounce of strength that I can muster up, and so long for me)

So that is the story of why there was no sexy outfit Saturday night, because I was still pissed off about Friday not. He didn’t even remember the battery part nor the trunk damage part in the morning. I did get a little bit of joy hearing him hammer the underside of my trunk back into place so he could seal it. It took a lot longer than I thought it would take him. He did also appreciate the humor of my dead battery and replaced that for me too.

Anyway, fine, here are boobies. Happy Tuesday.

I don't even know what to say. Sorry you had such a horrible Friday. Men can be assholes... not all men, but sadly a lot of them. Sorry that you were put through that hellish day. It certainly sound like you could use a bit of a vacation ... just from that one day.
You deserved better, and I am sorry you didn't get it. Not that it matters at all, as I am just a stranger on the internet, but I offer up free virtual hugs ((HUGGS))

https://media.giphy.com/media/Lb3vIJjaSIQWA/giphy.gif​

Secondly... Thanks for the Tuesday share, even though you may have felt you didn't want to share this week.

 

[sinfulpleasure67]

aw thanks. but oooh i suck royally at it. and curse a whole hell of a lot while doing it lol. I can plug a tire too, many times lol, look at me all fancy. jump start a car for sure. I can also shift my car by getting out and shifting it on the transmission itself using the ebrake when my transmission cable snaps, until i can get somewhere to get a nytie and reattach it (hubby gets tasked with actually replacing the cable, both times it happened (2 different circa 90s cavaliers). I know exactly how far I can drive without an alternator, a serpentine belt, or in a car that can't hold water.

Yeah, i have driven junker cars my whole life. When I lived up north, there was quite a bit of batting my eyes and slipping inspectors a $50. Nice thing is here, no inspections or emissions. I bought a newer car once, still have it, though now it has about 350000 miles on it so not that nice. I call it my zombie car, everything is broken, it should have been dead years ago, but it just doesn't die. I actually prefer older though. lower insurance, easier to fix, and low stress if someone spills something, hits it, whatever.

best fix story would have to be my 67 camaro though. bank drive through. I put it in park and turned it off to hear them as the car was loud. try to leave, and nothing. not like it is not cranking, more like I am trying to start it in drive. try putting it in neutral, back to park. nothing. I can't get to my tool box in the trunk because, I parked dead center and can't open my doors far enough to get out. I get the teller to send a phillips head screw driver down the tube in the canister, take apart the console, bridge the neutral safety switch, and now I can start and move my car. park, give them their screwdriver back. I never did fix it, just left the console unscrewed, lifted and used the top my lighter to bridge the switch everyday. lol. I called it my anti-theft device.

****sigh**** even better!

 

[Justadesperatewifeandmom]

You went through all that and still had to pop my Panty free Saturday fantasy, so mean!

Gonna say it and then never mention it again Triple A membership.

Shit like that would tend to sour any sexy weekend plans and limited your desire to be naked and then chat with us......you cared enough to keep us out of your anger area , and now share those amazing magical boobs once again and even brag about your new battery and tires

Have a better week sexy girl.

Aw. Sorry to burst your bubble. I actually do have emergency roadside assistance. With the crap I drive, I will need a tow soon, but I am so far outside a city, it takes hours.

And I enjoy sharing my magically boobies.

Good to see your tits are still in good working order even if your car wasn’t.

I use our AA motoring organisation. An annual fee covers it. Over the last 2 years I have had good service out of them. Towed in when the clutch failed (manufacturers defect) and 5 days car hire while it was fixed. They came to the house, checked and replaced the battery. Took over an hour. Only cost to me was the new battery (6years old).

Over the years, over many vehicles ive owned I’ve had my money’s worth out of them.

Thanks. Yeah it really just comes down to speed, so I only use them for their tow trucks.

I don't even know what to say. Sorry you had such a horrible Friday. Men can be assholes... not all men, but sadly a lot of them. Sorry that you were put through that hellish day. It certainly sound like you could use a bit of a vacation ... just from that one day.
You deserved better, and I am sorry you didn't get it. Not that it matters at all, as I am just a stranger on the internet, but I offer up free virtual hugs ((HUGGS))

https://media.giphy.com/media/Lb3vIJjaSIQWA/giphy.gif​

Secondly... Thanks for the Tuesday share, even though you may have felt you didn't want to share this week.

How sweet, but that is too much sympathy. It feels weird. It wasn't that awful. But i totally needed a "well sucks to be you and haha dead battery after all that, here.... wine". Even I appreciated the humor in the dead battery.

Yeah I haven't been in a super sharing slutty pics mood. More in a talking, rambling mood.

****sigh**** even better!

Oh, you like a chick who needs a cigarette lighter to start her car. You'd find my window wrench, truck nytie, and light tape super hot lol. Clearly I am a very high class and high maintenance chick lol.

Duct tape solves most problems. If it doesn't, try wd-40.

 

[EndlessNameless]

As a mechanic, this amuses me. The key to getting the lug nuts loose is standing on the tire iron/ratchet/whatever the fuck you have. Go buy a 3 foot pipe to slip over the end of the tire iron and bounce on it. That should easily get them loose. Those things are too damn short to get any kind of real torque out of it. I snapped the head of my 1/2 ratchet from tightening the bearing nut on a Ford F150. The pipe I used was about 5 feet long. Calls for 295 ft lbs of torque and I haven't seen any 1/2 torque wrenches go up that high.

 

[ohverbatum7]

When you buy a Nissan in the UK you get free break-down cover. I'm such a mean sod I would not contemplate paying for it.

 

[Justadesperatewifeandmom]

As a mechanic, this amuses me. The key to getting the lug nuts loose is standing on the tire iron/ratchet/whatever the fuck you have. Go buy a 3 foot pipe to slip over the end of the tire iron and bounce on it. That should easily get them loose. Those things are too damn short to get any kind of real torque out of it. I snapped the head of my 1/2 ratchet from tightening the bearing nut on a Ford F150. The pipe I used was about 5 feet long. Calls for 295 ft lbs of torque and I haven't seen any 1/2 torque wrenches go up that high.

Lol. So do you think you quote chicks higher costs for the same repairs and are somewhat patronizing or condescending? The oh honey I didn't realize you were waiting, I thought you were in here with one of the men. Oh it is an extra charge for the safety disposal fee of the p38 space modulator. Hehe. In all fairness I've avoided mechanics for many years, it is possible my age, if seen, may now garner me more respect. I mean I could deal with the condescending attitude if it bought me a discounted rate, but not when it increases my cost lol.

But yes, I do jump on the tire iron, damn it. It is why I don't use a four way, can't jump. Also why my crappy shoes really sucked. Better shoes would have sped things up some. Granted, not to the level of those who just turn and it loosens. Grrr, jealous lol. Though yeah, I don't generally keep a pipe in my car. I guess it is all about having a big pipe.

When you buy a Nissan in the UK you get free break-down cover. I'm such a mean sod I would not contemplate paying for it.

It is $5 a month and my cars are a 97 cavalier, 98 cavalier, 99 cavalier, 2000 cavalier, 97 t100, 91 f150, so odds are high I will need a tow at some point in a year lol. A tow starts at $60 but I will often need a high mileage tow. If the odds weren't so high, I probably wouldn't have it.

 

[IrezumiKiss]

Lol. So do you think you quote chicks higher costs for the same repairs and are somewhat patronizing or condescending? The oh honey I didn't realize you were waiting, I thought you were in here with one of the men. Oh it is an extra charge for the safety disposal fee of the p38 space modulator. Hehe.

See, your boobs and eyes and ass and thighs and feets and everything else definitely brings me to the table to eat your hearty hot lunch bowls, but...it's this kinda geeky, kooky, organically-grown whimsy shit outta nowhere without thinking hard to say it that'll keep me there!

Sorry 'bout your car and that experience. Murphy's Law incidents, one of which I'm currently going through myself, are supreme bitches of the templar order...even though in hindsight, one notices things that could've been done beforehand to minimize the bullshit even if it's an unavoidable fait accompli.

 

[EndlessNameless]

Lol. So do you think you quote chicks higher costs for the same repairs and are somewhat patronizing or condescending? The oh honey I didn't realize you were waiting, I thought you were in here with one of the men. Oh it is an extra charge for the safety disposal fee of the p38 space modulator. Hehe. In all fairness I've avoided mechanics for many years, it is possible my age, if seen, may now garner me more respect. I mean I could deal with the condescending attitude if it bought me a discounted rate, but not when it increases my cost lol.

But yes, I do jump on the tire iron, damn it. It is why I don't use a four way, can't jump. Also why my crappy shoes really sucked. Better shoes would have sped things up some. Granted, not to the level of those who just turn and it loosens. Grrr, jealous lol. Though yeah, I don't generally keep a pipe in my car. I guess it is all about having a big pipe.

I'm sure it happens to anyone who doesn't know any better. You'd be surprised how many people say yes to the work and don't even think twice about it. Not so much a gender thing, though I'm sure it plays some role. A lot of places are trained to sell you bullshit so that's exactly what they do. We've had people come in with a laundry list of things adding up to hundreds of dollars, sometimes even over a thousand, and needing only maybe a few items on the list done. I'm sure some people who sell these services don't even actually do them. It's those kinds of businesses that ruin it for everyone else who is running a business honestly. Best way I can think of finding a mechanic is finding one that's highly rated by word of mouth. People will tell you if they suck or not.

That's what she said. Luckily, I've never had a flat. Had one happen to me right around the block from my house. It was completely flat by the time I got home. Had nails in the tires before but never ran them completely flat before I noticed it.

 

[NomDePlay]

Well happy Tuesday. Before I flash my tits, ya’ll get to here me whine. Friday night was the worst night ever. Ok, not really, but it fucking sucked.

Ok first, I tend to make hubby deal with everything car related, because I hate it, it sucks, he is better at it, and if it does need a mechanic, they charge women more. Issue is, He often also fails to believe me about issues though. Anyway, about three weeks ago, I told him he needed to take my car to a tire shop because at least one tire was about to detread, get me new ones. I don’t know which tire, it would need to be in the air so I could spin the tires and look, but I can feel at least one is about to fail. He ignores me and keeps putting it off, and I keep dealing. I know I could deal with it myself, but again, every household often has certain duties performed by certain members, and the vehicles fall under him, and I do prefer it that way. Seriously, Dante forgot to include the circle especially for mechanics, used car salesman, and lawyers (ok some mechanics are awesome, but most try to lie to me, try to jack up prices, make shit up, and act like I am stupid because it is what they do when it is a female customer, study after study prove this, it is not in my head.)

Anyway, so driving home, and the back passenger tire finally detreads. Actually, ripped apart the underside of my trunk when it happened too, like move the carpet and see like a foot of road lol. It is amazing it missed my gas pipe. The damage was really impressive though. I turn on my hazards, and I was in the left lane at the time, so I pull into one of those big center areas where cops hang and you can do uturns (cops no longer patrol this area, it was famous for its speed traps, along with a neighboring town, but both police forces were closed due to corruption and ticket quotas, so these spots are never used anymore)

So, I call hubby, because I hate changing fucking tires. It takes me a fucking hour and a lot of grief to do, and he seems to knock it out in 5 minutes, easily. No answer on repeated attempts to both home and cell. I know he is home, but I accept I shall be changing my own tire. And I know it will suck.

First, it has been so long that the screwy cap that holds the fake floor over the donut doesn’t spin, so I have to pull it up some to get the tire iron out, so I can beat it. Finally get that off. Find the car has those stupid decorative lug nut covers on, so I have to fight with those things first. Finally get them off, and get to the real bitch. Getting the lug nuts loosened. I am wearing the worst shoes for it too. These crappy canvas shoes. They have, like, no sole. I don’t have the upper body strength to loosen a lug nut, so I kick down on the tire iron to do that, usually many times until it gives. This takes fucking forever and in crappy shoes means I feel it each time. During that time, 2 different men driving by decided to honk and yell whatever pervy shit. Now don’t get me wrong, I love pervy compliments, it makes me smile when I am pumping gas, or walking down the street or whatever, but do not be pervy when I am pissed off especially if you aren’t doing anything to make me less pissed off. Considered throwing a tire iron at them, but who am I kidding, I throw like a girl, if I had the strength to throw a tire iron well, I could probably get my lug nuts off fairly easily. I did give them a bitchy look though. It was not satisfying.

So, finally get the lug nuts loosened. Get my jack, and it also hasn’t been used in so long, that I can’t turn it. Smack it around a little, and finally it loosens so I can turn it. I jack up the car, actually unscrew all the lug nuts I loosened, put my donut on, put lug nuts on, lower my car to tighten, say fuck it to the decorative covers, get everything away, get in, turn my hazards off, start my car.

Fuck, it doesn’t fucking start. Mother fucking piece of crap car, yada yada yada. My 3 year old battery apparently can’t take having the hazards running for what has now been about an hour, while the car isn’t running. I look, and not only do I not have a jump box, I don’t even have jumper cables. Call hubby again to see if I can get a jump. He finally answers, he is grumpy that I was bugging him by repeatedly calling, grumpy because he was dealing with 4 kids that day (he made a playdate with his friend who has 2 kids, and friends wife has be volunteering him to take care of a coworkers kid), and he is half lit, because I guess, him and friend were drinking beer in the garage watching the kids play. So obvious he isn’t helping me. I tell him to at least feed the kid dinner, as I am already super fucking late, and will be later.

I accept I have to call a tow truck for a jump. While calling, a man pulls up and asks if he can help, and I ask about jumper cables and he does have them. Yes. So I tell tow company never mind. Even better, guy who pulled over is a mechanic, so I don’t have to do anything as he knows how to jump a car. And ten minutes later, I am finally back on my way home. Not only do I not get sympathy when I finally get home, not even laughter at the irony I thought I was finally done after changing my tire, but that it took me so fucking long, my battery died. No, I get grumpy that his day was hard and I was so late that he had to adult longer and he storms off to bed. And my kid’s dinner was he handed the kid a loaf of bread and a pack of lunch meat. Fucking hell. And he knows how much I hate changing tires (he also knows it annoys me that he does it in seriously less than 5 minutes and makes it look easy. And those fucking lug nuts take every ounce of strength that I can muster up, and so long for me)

So that is the story of why there was no sexy outfit Saturday night, because I was still pissed off about Friday not. He didn’t even remember the battery part nor the trunk damage part in the morning. I did get a little bit of joy hearing him hammer the underside of my trunk back into place so he could seal it. It took a lot longer than I thought it would take him. He did also appreciate the humor of my dead battery and replaced that for me too.

Anyway, fine, here are boobies. Happy Tuesday.

http://i.imgur.com/u0wHVUmm.jpg

http://i.imgur.com/p0jEN7cm.jpg

http://i.imgur.com/p72hhmSm.jpg

Brilliant story-telling aside (and you tell the story brilliantly), what guy in his right mind would allow you to sit on the side of the road without stopping to offer assistant?

 

[KrazieKat69]

Beautiful boobies at that!!! Wow!!

 

[Justadesperatewifeandmom]

See, your boobs and eyes and ass and thighs and feets and everything else definitely brings me to the table to eat your hearty hot lunch bowls, but...it's this kinda geeky, kooky, organically-grown whimsy shit outta nowhere without thinking hard to say it that'll keep me there!

Sorry 'bout your car and that experience. Murphy's Law incidents, one of which I'm currently going through myself, are supreme bitches of the templar order...even though in hindsight, one notices things that could've been done beforehand to minimize the bullshit even if it's an unavoidable fait accompli.

Well, my p38 space modulator is stolen from Marvin the Martian and his q36. And a mechanic has never used it, but I have told several a customer that lol. Back in 97, I was 18 and the assistant manager of a Radio Shack. Again an unusual position for a teenage girl, but it was fine most of the time. I also used to work on contract for another electronics store doing repairs. Primarily soldering and shit like that. per item work I could take with me and build or fix anywhere. Radio Shack paid much better, as I received commission, and I sell quite well. Anyway, being a teenage girl, sometimes old guys would decide my itty bitty girlie brain wasn't qualified to assist them with those oh so complex and manly issues of purchasing a splitter and hooking up their tv, or oh god, oh god, a girl helping pick a correct capacitor, never. So when I got condescending or patronizing bullshit like that, I'd tell them they were correct, and I would not be able to help them with something so complex, and didn't even have what they needed, but that they could go across town to this small store, and ask the men there for "a p38 modulator" or a "DeLorean flux capacitor" or whatever bull shit I came up with and that would be just what he needed and they could explain the complex points of assembling it. Then when they went to the other store and asked them for my creative parts stoen from movies or tv shows, it was a flag that I think the customer is a moron, and they should charge him out the ass. It was very satisfying.


and yeah, murphy's law kicks my ass a lot, but hey, it keeps me on my toes.

I'm sure it happens to anyone who doesn't know any better. You'd be surprised how many people say yes to the work and don't even think twice about it. Not so much a gender thing, though I'm sure it plays some role. A lot of places are trained to sell you bullshit so that's exactly what they do. We've had people come in with a laundry list of things adding up to hundreds of dollars, sometimes even over a thousand, and needing only maybe a few items on the list done. I'm sure some people who sell these services don't even actually do them. It's those kinds of businesses that ruin it for everyone else who is running a business honestly. Best way I can think of finding a mechanic is finding one that's highly rated by word of mouth. People will tell you if they suck or not.

That's what she said. Luckily, I've never had a flat. Had one happen to me right around the block from my house. It was completely flat by the time I got home. Had nails in the tires before but never ran them completely flat before I noticed it.

I guess. I dont know, sometimes I consider it a personal challenge to see how long I can avoid work for (both car and life haha)

never had a flat, wow. next you will tell me you never had a speeding ticket either.

Brilliant story-telling aside (and you tell the story brilliantly), what guy in his right mind would allow you to sit on the side of the road without stopping to offer assistant?

Well thanks. and I don't know, I probably looked a little pissed off, was holding a tire iron, and I am a Florida woman, so ya know.

Beautiful boobies at that!!! Wow!!

thank you

 

[deft]

Your boobies are life, darling!

 

[scotluvsoral]

Well happy Tuesday. Before I flash my tits, ya’ll get to here me whine. Friday night was the worst night ever. Ok, not really, but it fucking sucked.

Ok first, I tend to make hubby deal with everything car related, because I hate it, it sucks, he is better at it, and if it does need a mechanic, they charge women more. Issue is, He often also fails to believe me about issues though. Anyway, about three weeks ago, I told him he needed to take my car to a tire shop because at least one tire was about to detread, get me new ones. I don’t know which tire, it would need to be in the air so I could spin the tires and look, but I can feel at least one is about to fail. He ignores me and keeps putting it off, and I keep dealing. I know I could deal with it myself, but again, every household often has certain duties performed by certain members, and the vehicles fall under him, and I do prefer it that way. Seriously, Dante forgot to include the circle especially for mechanics, used car salesman, and lawyers (ok some mechanics are awesome, but most try to lie to me, try to jack up prices, make shit up, and act like I am stupid because it is what they do when it is a female customer, study after study prove this, it is not in my head.)

Anyway, so driving home, and the back passenger tire finally detreads. Actually, ripped apart the underside of my trunk when it happened too, like move the carpet and see like a foot of road lol. It is amazing it missed my gas pipe. The damage was really impressive though. I turn on my hazards, and I was in the left lane at the time, so I pull into one of those big center areas where cops hang and you can do uturns (cops no longer patrol this area, it was famous for its speed traps, along with a neighboring town, but both police forces were closed due to corruption and ticket quotas, so these spots are never used anymore)

So, I call hubby, because I hate changing fucking tires. It takes me a fucking hour and a lot of grief to do, and he seems to knock it out in 5 minutes, easily. No answer on repeated attempts to both home and cell. I know he is home, but I accept I shall be changing my own tire. And I know it will suck.

First, it has been so long that the screwy cap that holds the fake floor over the donut doesn’t spin, so I have to pull it up some to get the tire iron out, so I can beat it. Finally get that off. Find the car has those stupid decorative lug nut covers on, so I have to fight with those things first. Finally get them off, and get to the real bitch. Getting the lug nuts loosened. I am wearing the worst shoes for it too. These crappy canvas shoes. They have, like, no sole. I don’t have the upper body strength to loosen a lug nut, so I kick down on the tire iron to do that, usually many times until it gives. This takes fucking forever and in crappy shoes means I feel it each time. During that time, 2 different men driving by decided to honk and yell whatever pervy shit. Now don’t get me wrong, I love pervy compliments, it makes me smile when I am pumping gas, or walking down the street or whatever, but do not be pervy when I am pissed off especially if you aren’t doing anything to make me less pissed off. Considered throwing a tire iron at them, but who am I kidding, I throw like a girl, if I had the strength to throw a tire iron well, I could probably get my lug nuts off fairly easily. I did give them a bitchy look though. It was not satisfying.

So, finally get the lug nuts loosened. Get my jack, and it also hasn’t been used in so long, that I can’t turn it. Smack it around a little, and finally it loosens so I can turn it. I jack up the car, actually unscrew all the lug nuts I loosened, put my donut on, put lug nuts on, lower my car to tighten, say fuck it to the decorative covers, get everything away, get in, turn my hazards off, start my car.

Fuck, it doesn’t fucking start. Mother fucking piece of crap car, yada yada yada. My 3 year old battery apparently can’t take having the hazards running for what has now been about an hour, while the car isn’t running. I look, and not only do I not have a jump box, I don’t even have jumper cables. Call hubby again to see if I can get a jump. He finally answers, he is grumpy that I was bugging him by repeatedly calling, grumpy because he was dealing with 4 kids that day (he made a playdate with his friend who has 2 kids, and friends wife has be volunteering him to take care of a coworkers kid), and he is half lit, because I guess, him and friend were drinking beer in the garage watching the kids play. So obvious he isn’t helping me. I tell him to at least feed the kid dinner, as I am already super fucking late, and will be later.

I accept I have to call a tow truck for a jump. While calling, a man pulls up and asks if he can help, and I ask about jumper cables and he does have them. Yes. So I tell tow company never mind. Even better, guy who pulled over is a mechanic, so I don’t have to do anything as he knows how to jump a car. And ten minutes later, I am finally back on my way home. Not only do I not get sympathy when I finally get home, not even laughter at the irony I thought I was finally done after changing my tire, but that it took me so fucking long, my battery died. No, I get grumpy that his day was hard and I was so late that he had to adult longer and he storms off to bed. And my kid’s dinner was he handed the kid a loaf of bread and a pack of lunch meat. Fucking hell. And he knows how much I hate changing tires (he also knows it annoys me that he does it in seriously less than 5 minutes and makes it look easy. And those fucking lug nuts take every ounce of strength that I can muster up, and so long for me)

So that is the story of why there was no sexy outfit Saturday night, because I was still pissed off about Friday not. He didn’t even remember the battery part nor the trunk damage part in the morning. I did get a little bit of joy hearing him hammer the underside of my trunk back into place so he could seal it. It took a lot longer than I thought it would take him. He did also appreciate the humor of my dead battery and replaced that for me too.

Anyway, fine, here are boobies. Happy Tuesday.

http://i.imgur.com/u0wHVUmm.jpg

http://i.imgur.com/p0jEN7cm.jpg

http://i.imgur.com/p72hhmSm.jpg

I enjoyed the story and how you described your husband slacking off on you..made me laugh. Also love the boob pictures, as always!!