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|    Colonel Edmund J. Burke to barfingyak@gmail.com    |
|    Re: HOW I SPENT MY SUMMER SOLSTICE ON HE    |
|    27 Jan 19 09:27:17    |
      XPost: alt.war.vietnam, alt.idiots       From: burkesbabes@bigass-babes.com              On 1/26/2019 3:34 PM, barfingyak@gmail.com wrote:       > On Saturday, January 26, 2019 at 12:11:30 PM UTC-6, Colonel Edmund J. Burke       wrote:       >> 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.       >       > How do you like my dingleberries? Tasty, are they not?       >       Dingle Berries are two words, son.              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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