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|    barfingyak@gmail.com to All    |
|    Re: HOW I SPENT MY SUMMER SOLSTICE ON HE    |
|    24 Jan 19 11:39:17    |
      On Thursday, January 24, 2019 at 12:36:11 PM UTC-6, % wrote:       > On 2019-01-24 11:22 a.m., Colonel Edmund J. Burke wrote:       > > HOW I SPENT THE SUMMER SOLSTICE       > > Day two and counting down to Fall. Yesterday was the longest day of the        > > year--if you live on or about the equator. Everywhere else it's just a        > > long day. Speaking of long days, I had one of those yesterday. It        > > happened like this...... Pleasance dragged me along to JC Penny......and        > > well......       > >        > > eventually she wandered off somewhere by her lonesome. Which left me        > > milling around the isles for ten minutes or so--looking for her and        > > beginning to suspect the store dicks thought I was a likely shoplifter.        > > Then I finally strolled across one. A freakin' chair! If you've ever        > > been, you know there aren't more than two of 'em in any of those        > > freakin' Penny stores. I packed my ass into that chair without delay,        > > settling in for what might be a long wait. It was a nice chair. Metal        > > frame with an upholstered back and contoured seat that felt good against        > > my cheeks. But enough of that.       > >        > > I glanced around and . . .? Wouldn't you know it, I was plopped down        > > right in the middle of the fucking bras. Which I pretended not to        > > notice, lol. Fucking row after goddamn row of fucking bras! Bras to hold        > > tits I couldn't fondle and suck in ten thousand years. Well...... I just        > > sat there twiddling my thumbs, thinking about that, passing time.       > >        > > But soon my mind began to wander, as it often does, towards other        > > important matters; and I found myself called to duty with the sizing up        > > of women's asses. A good place to do just that. Women everywhere. So        > > then . . . Has it ever crossed your mind . . . about how lots of women        > > these days have disgusting fat, sloshy asses? Like a twin lumps of        > > melting Jello in a shithouse--it's "Quanto orribile!" I assaulted my        > > sensibilities by picturing, in a military mind, what these young women        > > with "orribile" asses might look like about a decade or so down the        > > road; and the mental pic reminded me of the old saying, "an ass like a        > > forty-dollar cow." Surely such lardasses would never grace the pages of        > > "Cosmo."       > > The nice firm, tight ass--the Holy Grail benchmark for most men--seemed        > > the exclusive domain of young teen shoppers, who went about their        > > business in the B-cup isle. From eighteen on, girls, it's a downhill        > > toboggan ride for you. I think you know this, too. Of course you do. It        > > explains why you girls are in such a hurry to get a'hold of a man while        > > you're still young--while there's still something desirable about you.        > > Personally, I'm a leg n' ass man, so I appreciate a fine ass, and I'm a        > > good judge of the same. But enough of that.....       > >        > > At any rate, sitting there on my own ass, it slowly dawned upon me that        > > my presence there amid the bras was not especially unnoticed. Then some        > > cow with an ass like a fucking rhinocerous, blockading the entire isle        > > behind it, despised me a withering glance. “Like I fucking care,       bitch.        > > Cunt! Nobody would fuck you," I thought. I was just about to get the        > > hell outa there and go look for Pleasance again when who but she        > > appeared. When she asked me what I had been doing, I simply said that I        > > had had enough of asses for one day.       > >        > > Colonel Edmund J. Burke       > > U.S. Army, ret.       >        > too bad the summe soltice hasn't happened yet              Most tranny asses stay nice and tight. Very few sag like the melting mozarella       cheese-asses of the hags you saw. Some of the tight asses you lusted after       could have been attached to trannies shopping for bras.              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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