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|    Colonel Edmund J. Burke to barfingyak@gmail.com    |
|    Re: HOW I SPENT MY SUMMER SOLSTICE ON HE    |
|    25 Jan 19 08:53:15    |
      XPost: alt.home.repair, soc.penpals, alt.slack       XPost: alt.checkmate       From: burkesbabes@bigass-babes.com              On 1/24/2019 11:39 AM, barfingyak@gmail.com wrote:       > 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.       >                     You shouldn't call them trannies because that is SO RUDE! Ladyboy is the       better choice.              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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