Justa Redux. Still nothing to see, is a redux ever better than the original

So why are you reading this thread

  • I didn't know what I was opening, and now I am backing away slowly, never to return

    Votes: 1 0.5%
  • I lurk, she is one crazy ass bitch, but she still turns me on/makes me cum

    Votes: 19 10.2%
  • I participate, she is one crazy ass bitch, but she still turns me on/makes me cum

    Votes: 7 3.8%
  • I lurk, she is fucking hilarious, and also turns me on/makes me cum

    Votes: 104 55.9%
  • I participate, she is fucking hilarious, and also turns me on/makes me cum

    Votes: 39 21.0%
  • Not turned on, but come because that bitch is fucking hilarious

    Votes: 4 2.2%
  • Shut up with the poll, I am busy with my pole.

    Votes: 12 6.5%

  • Total voters
    186
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Speed Hump is even better! LOL - dammit, they were watching. Oh well, as I often say, I'm not that good, but at least I'm fast. :cool:

We get all kinds of crazy free things at work, based on client relationships that are being nurtured by companies. They give us free stuff, so we can enjoy it and (theoretically) give it to our other customers and hence do free marketing for them. Some stuff goes straight down the pipeline - LOL - other stuff never makes it through the office. I think the weirdest (to me) free thing we get is cases and cases of eye drops, contact solution, and other eye care related products. I mean, more than we can possibly use or give to customers, so we literally give it away to anyone in the office building.

lol.

And that is awesome. Dell did give two free 2 in 1 laptop tablets recently, but other than that it is logo cups and jackets and blankets etc. sometimes I can find uses. one metal cup is often my phone holder for taking risque work pictures, so that is something lol
 
well happy thursday. the thong of the day is green and velvety. So soft. but yeah still logged up my ass at the moment.

http://i.imgur.com/02qhZJKm.jpg

and a titty photo bomb, they do that
http://i.imgur.com/C2DRRqhm.jpg

http://i.imgur.com/Y6FEoo1m.jpg

and this amused me when I saw it
http://i.imgur.com/Rz3lnhwm.jpg
I was amused too by the last pic. But(t) I'm quite silly. :D
A beautiful view!

So, I had a rambling topic planned for today, but then I saw this on the GB board as well as, well, everywhere and it changed my desired topic for today.
https://www.scarymommy.com/vulva-versus-vagina-twitter/

In here, Paul starts arguing with female gynecologists and women that the correct terminology for women’s sexual body parts are vagina, and not vulva. It is so bizarre that he continues to provide not insanely worded but completely incorrect arguments, refusing to back down, even though obviously wrong. Why do men do this? Is it that hard to admit the simple possibility that he may not know as much as a female gynecologist about the female anatomy? Now, I am not saying you won’t get into an argument with a woman who is wrong, and not backing down, but here is the difference. Paul seems completely rational but has some sort of obvious brain impairment that seems to only present as him being a douche, acting rational while defying all logic.

See when a woman is standing her ground, while being wrong, and defying all logic, she is usually not rational and it is obvious. In person, this is often demonstrated by sobbing hysterically, screaming nonsense, and even in writing, you can not miss the stream of nonsensical words, skipped words, run on rambling of a woman who is being irrational in an argument.

Since I am picking on Paul being a douchebag for not admitting he was wrong, I thought I would share a few examples from my bored mommy group, of women refusing to be wrong.

The conversation starts with a woman sobbing uncontrollably on the floor of a grocery store bathroom, and just can’t stop to finish shopping, so she does what anyone does, and reaches out to complete strangers who are also your closest friends on the internet. What happened was her husband wouldn’t let her have a chicken salad salad. See, they were grocery shopping and she saw a chicken salad salad in the deli. Maybe he said “No bitch, it is too expensive, here is lettuce and canned chicken, shut the fuck up, get your ass in the kitchen where it belongs, and make it yourself” or maybe he said “you know, you could make that for half the cost, it is just lettuce, some extra veggies, and canned chicken”. Oh, I probably should inform you, the woman is pregnant. (smart men are now like… oh my god, that was such a bad mistake). In her mind, he said the first when she relayed the situation, though really, he probably said he second. So, we get her to stop crying enough to leave the bathroom, and to go demand her chicken salad salad, and smack him with the canned chicken if he tries that shit again to say no. She got her salad and did not beat him to death with a can.

This inspired us to admit our crazy. Surprisingly, or not, a lot of the worst crazy was while pregnant, though don’t underestimate pms, and most involved food. We have women sobbing at restaurants because they are out of or discontinued a food item. A woman who asked her husband to get her some cans of Dr Pepper and he came home with a bottle because it makes more sense and was on sale, and the screaming and sobbing that came after. Women yelling at waiters then sobbing because bacon was cooked in sausage grease. My mother, while not pregnant, once shouted unintelligible obscenities and threw a pizza at a delivery boy (wrong toppings). My worst pregnant story, wasn’t so bad as at least I was home alone, but involves me getting my assed kicked in a video game, sobbing on the floor with a bag of Doritos (and I don’t cry, like almost ever), turning the game off, then watching Grey’s, which I sobbed through (in my defense on Grey’s, it was the season premier after the plane crash).

There was almost a food one with me too. I got my own food mostly. The last trimester, I went to the last fast food place on my commute pretty much every day. It was small, a town of 200, no one was ever there, it was kind of slow, but they were very nice. I bought other things for hubby and myself, but the most important to me were the jalapeno poppers and chocolate pies. Every single day, those were in my order. So I go in and place an order for myself and hubby. The 16 year old girl then tells me they are out of jalapeno poppers. I can only assume I gave her the death stare from hell, as she starts apologizing, telling me they should be on tomorrow’s truck so they will have them tomorrow. I assume my death stare continues, as then she is all “but I can give you free chocolate pies to make up for it. Here, have one now” she dumps several pies in a bag, and opens one, hands it to me, with a spork. Before this girl took my money, or even finished ringing me up, she had chocolate pie in my mouth. This little girl was clearly wise beyond her years and upbringing. I ate my pie, and was not crying on the floor of a Burger King while screaming about jalapeno poppers.

Now my favorite very wrong crazy lady story, well we will call them Lisa and Mark. Yes, Lisa is pregnant. Every day Lisa wants a McChicken and small fry, and Mark gets it on his way home from work. Here is the thing, every day, Lisa is still hungry and wants another small fry. So the first 3 times her goes back to McDonalds and gets Lisa another small fry. The fourth time, being the smart and logical man he is, seeing he is wasting time, money, and gas, gets Lisa a large fry. After all, it is the same as two small fries, and less expensive, right. So he gets home, and gives Lisa her bag. Lisa sees the large fry, and starts sobbing. The large fries is him calling her fat. Which then rolls to her doesn’t love her, then to he is having an affair, then to she will be alone for the rest of her life because no one will love her because she is fat. So she is sobbing in the corner, screaming at him for a non affair, throwing fries at him, while laughing because she knows she is being insane, but just can’t stop. After like an hour calming her down, he had to go get her small fries because she threw them all at him while screaming about the imaginary affair, because he called her fat, by giving her a large fry.

So what is the moral of these stories?

1) Don’t screw Paul as it will not likely be all that fulfilling as he is unaware of the existence of some very important things.

2) Don’t screw with a woman’s food. Even if you are correct and the Dr Pepper, chicken salad salad, or fries are a better value.

3) When a woman gives you the death stare, first ask yourself, if you are being Paul. If you are not being Paul, try offering chocolate. At least it is harder to yell at you with food in their mouth.

4) Don’t be Paul. Admit there is a possibility a woman might know more about something than you. Admit you could actually be wrong about something. If you are going to spout complete nonsense, and least go all in by being completely irrational too. I mean sobbing, throwing French fries, while spouting irrational shit that makes no sense at all and is just random words and what does string together has nothing to do with the topic. Paul is just a big old giant douche and is always a big old giant douche. Lisa is a lovely woman who just lost her ever loving freaking mind for an hour. One will return to a person people want to be around, the other will always be a douche.

5) Be Mark. Want to know how the Mark and Lisa story continued? The next day and every day thereafter, Mark stopped at McDonalds, got a McChicken and a small fry, as well as another small fry in a separate bag. Mark then sealed the small bag real tight, and stuck it somewhere in the car, probably glove box. Then he gave Lisa her McChicken and small fry. When she inevitably said she wanted more fries, he slow walked to his car, dicked around on his phone for a few minutes, then brought her her small fry. He stopped wasting time and gas by having to go back, but listened to the fact she wanted a small fry even though she was wrong about the value. Lisa knows he did this and was never making the second food run, and loves him for it. Mark is a good man. Mark is a smart man. Be Mark.

I remember and survived pregnancy. :)
 
Well thank you. And glad to amuse.

Did you survive without sobbing and flying fries. Do you get an I survived shirt?

Yes, no sobbing, but it was my fault that the UN doesn't work as it's supposed to work! :D And no shirt. My reward was to be kept by my wife. :)
 
Yes, no sobbing, but it was my fault that the UN doesn't work as it's supposed to work! :D And no shirt. My reward was to be kept by my wife. :)

Well I guess you fed her well to avoid the sobbing, but you probably should have fixed the U.N. before she needed to tell you.

Lol. Well glad she kept you.
 
Hate when I have to work so much I miss all the drama of the day. Just catching up now. Enjoyed today's ramble/rant, and while I haven't been in many situations, I am definitely more the Mark than the Paul in life.
On a personal note, I hope you had a wonderful day. Whether you celebrate VDay or not, I hope it was a good one for you. I loved the thong pictures (as it is Thursday) and as I am sure it's been noted by now, I did chuckle at the Speed Bump picture.

Oh, and speaking of images... I found this, and I thought I should share, since you know I want to worship your body ;)
https://i.imgur.com/o2Rveiv.jpg
 
Lol. Well a spank is actually a lot easier than a towel whip. Definitely had way more welts on my ass working in restaurants than from standard spankings. So yeah my ass will totally keep being an asshole.

Ow. Would much rather have a smack than a towel. Hell, I would be grabbing your ass. Such a waste to snap it with a towel. It needs to be grabbed and fondled. ;)
 
Hate when I have to work so much I miss all the drama of the day. Just catching up now. Enjoyed today's ramble/rant, and while I haven't been in many situations, I am definitely more the Mark than the Paul in life.
On a personal note, I hope you had a wonderful day. Whether you celebrate VDay or not, I hope it was a good one for you. I loved the thong pictures (as it is Thursday) and as I am sure it's been noted by now, I did chuckle at the Speed Bump picture.

Oh, and speaking of images... I found this, and I thought I should share, since you know I want to worship your body ;)
https://i.imgur.com/o2Rveiv.jpg



Well thank you. I thought today's ramble was amusing, but probably not relatable to this group. Poor poor mark. Poor poor Paul's wife.

My Valentine day was fine other than I came home and found the kids multiplied.

And yours?

And thanks, I do enjoy thong day.

And that is a very sweet and inspirational meme. Thank you.
 
I have to keep looking at your titty photobomb because it really is baffling me just how big your boobs are. How are you not constantly being held and stroked all day at home by your husband (when appropriate)? Look at you.
 
still logged up my ass at the moment.

What an arse you have, had to beat my cock into submission with a baseball bat.
 
more welts on my ass working in restaurants than from standard spankings.

That must have been a classy place to work.
 
Well I guess you fed her well to avoid the sobbing, but you probably should have fixed the U.N. before she needed to tell you.

Lol. Well glad she kept you.

Yes, and I did not comment on what, how much and when she ate. :D
Well, nobody's perfect.....:rolleyes:

Lol! Yes me too!
 
I have to keep looking at your titty photobomb because it really is baffling me just how big your boobs are. How are you not constantly being held and stroked all day at home by your husband (when appropriate)? Look at you.

well thanks I guess. honestly, I don't even think they look big in that picture but I think my big titty meter is broken. I see what people consider big boobs, and I am all please, those aren't big, not big at all. like just looking at this article on best bras for big boobs. https://www.brit.co/best-sports-bras-large-busts/
45 bras on 45 "big breasted" woman, yet I swear there is not a big breasted woman in the whole bunch, not like even close.

so yeah, my idea of big might be broken.

And eh, what can I say, he just isn't that into me lol.

still logged up my ass at the moment.

What an arse you have, had to beat my cock into submission with a baseball bat.

lol. well thanks.

more welts on my ass working in restaurants than from standard spankings.

That must have been a classy place to work.

obviously, but even as crap jobs and dive restaurants, still the most fun jobs. Best coworkers, but yes those kitchen men could flick a towel. Towel wars were a fairly regular thing. I never got as good as them though. Had them try to teach me, but there are simply all, I don't know, it is all in the wrists. I think maybe they just spend a lot of time wanking off and had stronger wrists.

Panty Wuss. ???

Are you the co-auther of the urban dictionary?

I should, I'd do it better. But nope it is just an insult from a silly US TV show from our generation.

Yes, and I did not comment on what, how much and when she ate. :D
Well, nobody's perfect.....:rolleyes:

Lol! Yes me too!


smart smart man and next time you'll get it, I'm sure.
 
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