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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You know you had a good childhood when the word's " Young lady.. Are you here on your own free will? " Come from outside the steamed windows!! Remember the day when they poured out the alcohol and threatened to call your parents if they saw you again that night?? And being scared shitless they would actually call your parents?? LOL Ahhh the good ole day's!!

Well, most of mine weren't young lady. But at least I was usually called miss instead of ma'am. and was never forced to pour out alcohol, though once a cop made me flush marijuana.
 
well happy wednesday. today I will take you on a little tour of intoxicated Justa. Ok, I don't drink to excess often, but I do like to. Now, in my experience there are 2 types of women when they drink heavily. Type A, lets their slutty side show. Type B, lets their mental instability show. I am both.

ok so we start with sober, and 1 "glass" in

http://i.imgur.com/urkKiy7m.jpg

ok, one glass in, I am starting to feel like I am hot and all, but still completely reasonable, well as reasonable as I am anyway

now we have 1.5 and 2 "glasses" in
http://i.imgur.com/mfBfTSJm.jpg

ok I am feeling like I can live forever, am invincible, life is one big party etc. at the early point, I am up for anything. Friend says "hey road trip", I am "race you to your car". friend says "hey i want to get something back from my ex, come with me and we can yell at him a while, while I grab my stuff", I am sure "sure, how mean should I be?". "let's sing and dance" "absolutely". now I can't actually sing or dance, does that stop me, oh no.

And at some point I shall have to pee. When I return, I have now brought with me at least one new best friend, if not a group. Might be guys, might be girls, might be a mix. The place could be completely empty, but somehow, I made new best friends for the night. hey, some of these people became regulars in my life for years. parking lots and bar bathrooms accounts for over half of my friendships made.

Then later, I am just ready to get into shit all on my own. Walking down the street, "hey there is a pool behind that fence, lets climb it and go skinny dipping", "no justa we are not breaking and entering" "but I really want to" "no" "fine". "oh hey, there is a bank, let's rob a bank" "no justa, we are not robing a bank" "but" "no" "fine". "oh look there is a police station, it has a ladder outside to the roof, lets drink and screw on the roof of a police station", "no justa, we are not going to drink and screw on the roof of a police station" "oh, please, I really want to, it will be a lot of fun" "fine justa, we can screw on the roof of a police station" "yippie, race ya"

Now hubby has been with me a long time and knows this, so now in his older years, with all the wisdom he has gained, we drink at home. Then it doesn't seem like an awesome idea to pick up that chick at the bar, it doesn't seem like an awesome idea to climb that fence etc etc. Now, don't get me wrong, in his younger years he was down for trouble (well except for letting me pick up people from bars, he was always a total beaver dam every single time) but I wasn't always the first one to suggest climbing the fence. Anyway, he is older and wiser and more mature, so at this point, I just try to talk him into something somewhat crazy and kinky, he declines, but eventually I might hit something slightly above vanilla but not robbing a bank that I can talk him in to.

When I visit old friends, this often takes place but in a different way. First, I appoint a responsible person as my baby sitter, who totally fucks up, and starts drinking with me. and yeah then singing and dancing. So then someone is hey lets go to high street, haven't been there in decades, so yeah "race you to the car". then I suggest climbing a fence to play in an old playground, and sure, lets break and enter. Then I suggest another bar, and make some new best friends, then I see some guys who are about the size of whatever group we now have, and suggest hey, they look fun. Friends are, yeah totally. So my babysitter had one job, stop me from picking up some guy, and she is all totally yeah, lets go back to one of their places and she picks up one of the guys too. one job, chicky, one job, damn crappy babysitters. That is rarer and rarer the older and more mature I get the less men I pick up in bars. Again, I mainly just try to talk hubby into something different now. Trying to be all mature now that I am a mother.

so then we near the end of the night, it is now late, I had a fun time, and am not looking to do something new, instead I am looking for unhealthy food. At home this is where my husband says goodnight, don't burn the house down. With friends it is an all night dinner. Of course, need drinks with food, so not long after, ok now what can we do?. oh jesus christ, you are killing me, I am too old for this Justa. Hence, hubby retreated during my cooking, but my friends, well we will find something to do.

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

ok and finally the last, pissed of drunk Justa. This is a rarity, I am not a mean drinker, I am a "lets screw on the roof of a police station, or in that hotel's hot tub" drinker mainly. ok and my new best friend I met in the bathroom drinker. But sometimes something happens that pisses me off. 99 times out of 100 in real life, I simply swallow it. Drunk Justa, not so much. Generally, I yell profanity and leave. I mentioned trying to walk home naked in a blizzard once. Yeah, even when leaving might not actually be an option, I will still yell profanity, stomp out, slam a door, and leave. Luckily pissed off Justa is very very rare, because really I am happily invincible and just looking for something new.

though out my life, I have actually had some sober and drunk friends. Like friends who think I am too much trouble when drunk so they discourage it, and friends who fucking love drunk me, so the moment they see me, they are pouring shots and pushing them on me. I had boyfriends I never hung out with sober, and ones I never drank with. obviously the reserved quiet ones are the ones I can't drink with, where as the crazy, reckless, hold my drink and watch this ones, are the ones that can't get me drunk fast enough.

I think I need both types and both moods in my life. I need the stability of the every day, but once in a blue moon I do need those nights where I am invincible, can live forever, up for anything, ready to go, the never ending party with no cares or concerns. It is like a taste of feeling free to do anything, even when I am not actually free to do anything, my head thinks I am.
Just have to say I an so hard and turned on from all the pictures and comments in this thread. Thank you!!!
 
If you do try this, please be careful and don't get any splinters in your boobs. That might be hard to explain to the SO.

Actually "because I wanted to see if my tits could break a yardstick, duh" would be an acceptable answer in my house. he knows I am weird. I can't hide that very long. he is actually weird too. I could come home any day and need to ask why there is a fan in a tree.
 
well happy wednesday. today I will take you on a little tour of intoxicated Justa. Ok, I don't drink to excess often, but I do like to. Now, in my experience there are 2 types of women when they drink heavily. Type A, lets their slutty side show. Type B, lets their mental instability show. I am both.

ok so we start with sober, and 1 "glass" in

http://i.imgur.com/urkKiy7m.jpg

ok, one glass in, I am starting to feel like I am hot and all, but still completely reasonable, well as reasonable as I am anyway

now we have 1.5 and 2 "glasses" in
http://i.imgur.com/mfBfTSJm.jpg

ok I am feeling like I can live forever, am invincible, life is one big party etc. at the early point, I am up for anything. Friend says "hey road trip", I am "race you to your car". friend says "hey i want to get something back from my ex, come with me and we can yell at him a while, while I grab my stuff", I am sure "sure, how mean should I be?". "let's sing and dance" "absolutely". now I can't actually sing or dance, does that stop me, oh no.

And at some point I shall have to pee. When I return, I have now brought with me at least one new best friend, if not a group. Might be guys, might be girls, might be a mix. The place could be completely empty, but somehow, I made new best friends for the night. hey, some of these people became regulars in my life for years. parking lots and bar bathrooms accounts for over half of my friendships made.

Then later, I am just ready to get into shit all on my own. Walking down the street, "hey there is a pool behind that fence, lets climb it and go skinny dipping", "no justa we are not breaking and entering" "but I really want to" "no" "fine". "oh hey, there is a bank, let's rob a bank" "no justa, we are not robing a bank" "but" "no" "fine". "oh look there is a police station, it has a ladder outside to the roof, lets drink and screw on the roof of a police station", "no justa, we are not going to drink and screw on the roof of a police station" "oh, please, I really want to, it will be a lot of fun" "fine justa, we can screw on the roof of a police station" "yippie, race ya"

Now hubby has been with me a long time and knows this, so now in his older years, with all the wisdom he has gained, we drink at home. Then it doesn't seem like an awesome idea to pick up that chick at the bar, it doesn't seem like an awesome idea to climb that fence etc etc. Now, don't get me wrong, in his younger years he was down for trouble (well except for letting me pick up people from bars, he was always a total beaver dam every single time) but I wasn't always the first one to suggest climbing the fence. Anyway, he is older and wiser and more mature, so at this point, I just try to talk him into something somewhat crazy and kinky, he declines, but eventually I might hit something slightly above vanilla but not robbing a bank that I can talk him in to.

When I visit old friends, this often takes place but in a different way. First, I appoint a responsible person as my baby sitter, who totally fucks up, and starts drinking with me. and yeah then singing and dancing. So then someone is hey lets go to high street, haven't been there in decades, so yeah "race you to the car". then I suggest climbing a fence to play in an old playground, and sure, lets break and enter. Then I suggest another bar, and make some new best friends, then I see some guys who are about the size of whatever group we now have, and suggest hey, they look fun. Friends are, yeah totally. So my babysitter had one job, stop me from picking up some guy, and she is all totally yeah, lets go back to one of their places and she picks up one of the guys too. one job, chicky, one job, damn crappy babysitters. That is rarer and rarer the older and more mature I get the less men I pick up in bars. Again, I mainly just try to talk hubby into something different now. Trying to be all mature now that I am a mother.

so then we near the end of the night, it is now late, I had a fun time, and am not looking to do something new, instead I am looking for unhealthy food. At home this is where my husband says goodnight, don't burn the house down. With friends it is an all night dinner. Of course, need drinks with food, so not long after, ok now what can we do?. oh jesus christ, you are killing me, I am too old for this Justa. Hence, hubby retreated during my cooking, but my friends, well we will find something to do.

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

ok and finally the last, pissed of drunk Justa. This is a rarity, I am not a mean drinker, I am a "lets screw on the roof of a police station, or in that hotel's hot tub" drinker mainly. ok and my new best friend I met in the bathroom drinker. But sometimes something happens that pisses me off. 99 times out of 100 in real life, I simply swallow it. Drunk Justa, not so much. Generally, I yell profanity and leave. I mentioned trying to walk home naked in a blizzard once. Yeah, even when leaving might not actually be an option, I will still yell profanity, stomp out, slam a door, and leave. Luckily pissed off Justa is very very rare, because really I am happily invincible and just looking for something new.

though out my life, I have actually had some sober and drunk friends. Like friends who think I am too much trouble when drunk so they discourage it, and friends who fucking love drunk me, so the moment they see me, they are pouring shots and pushing them on me. I had boyfriends I never hung out with sober, and ones I never drank with. obviously the reserved quiet ones are the ones I can't drink with, where as the crazy, reckless, hold my drink and watch this ones, are the ones that can't get me drunk fast enough.

I think I need both types and both moods in my life. I need the stability of the every day, but once in a blue moon I do need those nights where I am invincible, can live forever, up for anything, ready to go, the never ending party with no cares or concerns. It is like a taste of feeling free to do anything, even when I am not actually free to do anything, my head thinks I am.

You are both quite lovely and pretty, and funny as hell. And blisteringly honest.
 
You are both quite lovely and pretty, and funny as hell. And blisteringly honest.

thank you. and yeah, I like to wear my faults right out in the open, that way later on no one can be like "what the hell", and I can be all "hey, you fucking knew this when you met me and you still came along for the ride anyway."
 
well happy wednesday. today I will take you on a little tour of intoxicated Justa. Ok, I don't drink to excess often, but I do like to. Now, in my experience there are 2 types of women when they drink heavily. Type A, lets their slutty side show. Type B, lets their mental instability show. I am both.

ok so we start with sober, and 1 "glass" in

http://i.imgur.com/urkKiy7m.jpg

ok, one glass in, I am starting to feel like I am hot and all, but still completely reasonable, well as reasonable as I am anyway

now we have 1.5 and 2 "glasses" in
http://i.imgur.com/mfBfTSJm.jpg

ok I am feeling like I can live forever, am invincible, life is one big party etc. at the early point, I am up for anything. Friend says "hey road trip", I am "race you to your car". friend says "hey i want to get something back from my ex, come with me and we can yell at him a while, while I grab my stuff", I am sure "sure, how mean should I be?". "let's sing and dance" "absolutely". now I can't actually sing or dance, does that stop me, oh no.

And at some point I shall have to pee. When I return, I have now brought with me at least one new best friend, if not a group. Might be guys, might be girls, might be a mix. The place could be completely empty, but somehow, I made new best friends for the night. hey, some of these people became regulars in my life for years. parking lots and bar bathrooms accounts for over half of my friendships made.

Then later, I am just ready to get into shit all on my own. Walking down the street, "hey there is a pool behind that fence, lets climb it and go skinny dipping", "no justa we are not breaking and entering" "but I really want to" "no" "fine". "oh hey, there is a bank, let's rob a bank" "no justa, we are not robing a bank" "but" "no" "fine". "oh look there is a police station, it has a ladder outside to the roof, lets drink and screw on the roof of a police station", "no justa, we are not going to drink and screw on the roof of a police station" "oh, please, I really want to, it will be a lot of fun" "fine justa, we can screw on the roof of a police station" "yippie, race ya"

Now hubby has been with me a long time and knows this, so now in his older years, with all the wisdom he has gained, we drink at home. Then it doesn't seem like an awesome idea to pick up that chick at the bar, it doesn't seem like an awesome idea to climb that fence etc etc. Now, don't get me wrong, in his younger years he was down for trouble (well except for letting me pick up people from bars, he was always a total beaver dam every single time) but I wasn't always the first one to suggest climbing the fence. Anyway, he is older and wiser and more mature, so at this point, I just try to talk him into something somewhat crazy and kinky, he declines, but eventually I might hit something slightly above vanilla but not robbing a bank that I can talk him in to.

When I visit old friends, this often takes place but in a different way. First, I appoint a responsible person as my baby sitter, who totally fucks up, and starts drinking with me. and yeah then singing and dancing. So then someone is hey lets go to high street, haven't been there in decades, so yeah "race you to the car". then I suggest climbing a fence to play in an old playground, and sure, lets break and enter. Then I suggest another bar, and make some new best friends, then I see some guys who are about the size of whatever group we now have, and suggest hey, they look fun. Friends are, yeah totally. So my babysitter had one job, stop me from picking up some guy, and she is all totally yeah, lets go back to one of their places and she picks up one of the guys too. one job, chicky, one job, damn crappy babysitters. That is rarer and rarer the older and more mature I get the less men I pick up in bars. Again, I mainly just try to talk hubby into something different now. Trying to be all mature now that I am a mother.

so then we near the end of the night, it is now late, I had a fun time, and am not looking to do something new, instead I am looking for unhealthy food. At home this is where my husband says goodnight, don't burn the house down. With friends it is an all night dinner. Of course, need drinks with food, so not long after, ok now what can we do?. oh jesus christ, you are killing me, I am too old for this Justa. Hence, hubby retreated during my cooking, but my friends, well we will find something to do.

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

ok and finally the last, pissed of drunk Justa. This is a rarity, I am not a mean drinker, I am a "lets screw on the roof of a police station, or in that hotel's hot tub" drinker mainly. ok and my new best friend I met in the bathroom drinker. But sometimes something happens that pisses me off. 99 times out of 100 in real life, I simply swallow it. Drunk Justa, not so much. Generally, I yell profanity and leave. I mentioned trying to walk home naked in a blizzard once. Yeah, even when leaving might not actually be an option, I will still yell profanity, stomp out, slam a door, and leave. Luckily pissed off Justa is very very rare, because really I am happily invincible and just looking for something new.

though out my life, I have actually had some sober and drunk friends. Like friends who think I am too much trouble when drunk so they discourage it, and friends who fucking love drunk me, so the moment they see me, they are pouring shots and pushing them on me. I had boyfriends I never hung out with sober, and ones I never drank with. obviously the reserved quiet ones are the ones I can't drink with, where as the crazy, reckless, hold my drink and watch this ones, are the ones that can't get me drunk fast enough.

I think I need both types and both moods in my life. I need the stability of the every day, but once in a blue moon I do need those nights where I am invincible, can live forever, up for anything, ready to go, the never ending party with no cares or concerns. It is like a taste of feeling free to do anything, even when I am not actually free to do anything, my head thinks I am.

This is one very funny post......definitely go for both moods, enjoyed every rambling word of this :D


oh and of course the lovely eyes, beautiful smile, tits, middle finger and stuff....
 
This is one very funny post......definitely go for both moods, enjoyed every rambling word of this :D


oh and of course the lovely eyes, beautiful smile, tits, middle finger and stuff....

lol. well thanks. side note, just fyi, I can no longer do drunken cartwheels, no matter how many times I try. just saying.
 
lol. well thanks. side note, just fyi, I can no longer do drunken cartwheels, no matter how many times I try. just saying.

You can if you have an equally drunk friend helping :D. I won’t try because I have just got to my room after free hotel booze and I may have difficulty explaining the injuries...
 
And here I was planning on plying you with enough booze to get you doing just this.......

Well you can watch me fall on my ass laughing over and over. and I can still do a split drunk (which I can not do sober), still can't get up gracefully though

You can if you have an equally drunk friend helping :D. I won’t try because I have just got to my room after free hotel booze and I may have difficulty explaining the injuries...

haha. oh well, again I am the invincible type drinker, sure I may have unexplained bruises the next day, but eh, I am sure I had fun.

but free hotel booze is always nice. I usually go vodka cocktail. either screwdrivers or vodka cranberry. the juice helps prevent a hangover is my theory.
 
see, I never even noticed the color...;)...straight to your lovely boobs my eyes go.

Lol. Well just a tip, If you are going to guess, you are probably better off not and just truthfully complimenting what you are looking at. Also tip number 2, if you can't remember her name, don't guess, go with a term of endearment.
 
well happy wednesday. today I will take you on a little tour of intoxicated Justa. Ok, I don't drink to excess often, but I do like to. Now, in my experience there are 2 types of women when they drink heavily. Type A, lets their slutty side show. Type B, lets their mental instability show. I am both.

ok so we start with sober, and 1 "glass" in

http://i.imgur.com/urkKiy7m.jpg

ok, one glass in, I am starting to feel like I am hot and all, but still completely reasonable, well as reasonable as I am anyway

now we have 1.5 and 2 "glasses" in
http://i.imgur.com/mfBfTSJm.jpg

ok I am feeling like I can live forever, am invincible, life is one big party etc. at the early point, I am up for anything. Friend says "hey road trip", I am "race you to your car". friend says "hey i want to get something back from my ex, come with me and we can yell at him a while, while I grab my stuff", I am sure "sure, how mean should I be?". "let's sing and dance" "absolutely". now I can't actually sing or dance, does that stop me, oh no.

And at some point I shall have to pee. When I return, I have now brought with me at least one new best friend, if not a group. Might be guys, might be girls, might be a mix. The place could be completely empty, but somehow, I made new best friends for the night. hey, some of these people became regulars in my life for years. parking lots and bar bathrooms accounts for over half of my friendships made.

Then later, I am just ready to get into shit all on my own. Walking down the street, "hey there is a pool behind that fence, lets climb it and go skinny dipping", "no justa we are not breaking and entering" "but I really want to" "no" "fine". "oh hey, there is a bank, let's rob a bank" "no justa, we are not robing a bank" "but" "no" "fine". "oh look there is a police station, it has a ladder outside to the roof, lets drink and screw on the roof of a police station", "no justa, we are not going to drink and screw on the roof of a police station" "oh, please, I really want to, it will be a lot of fun" "fine justa, we can screw on the roof of a police station" "yippie, race ya"

Now hubby has been with me a long time and knows this, so now in his older years, with all the wisdom he has gained, we drink at home. Then it doesn't seem like an awesome idea to pick up that chick at the bar, it doesn't seem like an awesome idea to climb that fence etc etc. Now, don't get me wrong, in his younger years he was down for trouble (well except for letting me pick up people from bars, he was always a total beaver dam every single time) but I wasn't always the first one to suggest climbing the fence. Anyway, he is older and wiser and more mature, so at this point, I just try to talk him into something somewhat crazy and kinky, he declines, but eventually I might hit something slightly above vanilla but not robbing a bank that I can talk him in to.

When I visit old friends, this often takes place but in a different way. First, I appoint a responsible person as my baby sitter, who totally fucks up, and starts drinking with me. and yeah then singing and dancing. So then someone is hey lets go to high street, haven't been there in decades, so yeah "race you to the car". then I suggest climbing a fence to play in an old playground, and sure, lets break and enter. Then I suggest another bar, and make some new best friends, then I see some guys who are about the size of whatever group we now have, and suggest hey, they look fun. Friends are, yeah totally. So my babysitter had one job, stop me from picking up some guy, and she is all totally yeah, lets go back to one of their places and she picks up one of the guys too. one job, chicky, one job, damn crappy babysitters. That is rarer and rarer the older and more mature I get the less men I pick up in bars. Again, I mainly just try to talk hubby into something different now. Trying to be all mature now that I am a mother.

so then we near the end of the night, it is now late, I had a fun time, and am not looking to do something new, instead I am looking for unhealthy food. At home this is where my husband says goodnight, don't burn the house down. With friends it is an all night dinner. Of course, need drinks with food, so not long after, ok now what can we do?. oh jesus christ, you are killing me, I am too old for this Justa. Hence, hubby retreated during my cooking, but my friends, well we will find something to do.

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

ok and finally the last, pissed of drunk Justa. This is a rarity, I am not a mean drinker, I am a "lets screw on the roof of a police station, or in that hotel's hot tub" drinker mainly. ok and my new best friend I met in the bathroom drinker. But sometimes something happens that pisses me off. 99 times out of 100 in real life, I simply swallow it. Drunk Justa, not so much. Generally, I yell profanity and leave. I mentioned trying to walk home naked in a blizzard once. Yeah, even when leaving might not actually be an option, I will still yell profanity, stomp out, slam a door, and leave. Luckily pissed off Justa is very very rare, because really I am happily invincible and just looking for something new.

though out my life, I have actually had some sober and drunk friends. Like friends who think I am too much trouble when drunk so they discourage it, and friends who fucking love drunk me, so the moment they see me, they are pouring shots and pushing them on me. I had boyfriends I never hung out with sober, and ones I never drank with. obviously the reserved quiet ones are the ones I can't drink with, where as the crazy, reckless, hold my drink and watch this ones, are the ones that can't get me drunk fast enough.

I think I need both types and both moods in my life. I need the stability of the every day, but once in a blue moon I do need those nights where I am invincible, can live forever, up for anything, ready to go, the never ending party with no cares or concerns. It is like a taste of feeling free to do anything, even when I am not actually free to do anything, my head thinks I am.

Once again you have proven that I voted correctly in your poll: "I lurk, she is fucking hilarious, and also turns me on/makes me cum". Of course, I learned its more fun to participate, but this posting proves the rest is true.

Great post.

BTW: Middle finger Justa would be more intimidating without the hair thingy (I forget what you called it...) :D
 
I can do classy sometimes, but it’s not my strong suit.

Well it is fun to pretend briefly, but overall it turns out to be so boring in the end.

Once again you have proven that I voted correctly in your poll: "I lurk, she is fucking hilarious, and also turns me on/makes me cum". Of course, I learned its more fun to participate, but this posting proves the rest is true.

Great post.

BTW: Middle finger Justa would be more intimidating without the hair thingy (I forget what you called it...) :D

It is always more fun to participate than watch. Hair wrap. Yeah I will take it out eventually, probably when I dye my hair purple or whatever. But actually I doubt it would help. Even screaming profanity I still am not intimidating. It makes no sense either, I am not small, I am not quiet, yet still it always turns out baby wild hog.
 
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