XPost: alt.war.vietnam, alt.idiots   
   From: burkesbabes@bigass-babes.com   
      
   On 1/27/2019 9:27 AM, 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.   
      
   Here's an example: "My Dingles" (short for Dingle Berries) "are soft and   
   squishy of late."   
      
   How's that?   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
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