On Sunday, January 27, 2019 at 11:27:19 AM UTC-6, Colonel Edmund J. Burke   
   wrote:   
   > 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.   
      
   Henceforth ye shalt be named "Teh Pervert Tranny."   
   He who sits in the bra section to ogle preteen asses.   
   He/she who likes big-titted men who hide their dicks under skirts!   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)