From: burkesbabes@bigass-babes.com   
      
   On 1/25/2019 2:00 PM, barfingyak@gmail.com wrote:   
   > On Friday, January 25, 2019 at 10:53:11 AM UTC-6, Colonel Edmund J. Burke   
   wrote:   
   >> 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.   
   >   
   > I prefer Girlyman. Old school.   
   >   
      
   What you prefer is still rude, sonny.   
      
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