From: evanscreekbrahman@gmail.com   
      
   On Thursday, January 24, 2019 at 1:22:53 PM UTC-5, 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.   
      
   Jesus H Christ on a pogo-stick, you need to chill with the Ellipses pal. You   
   only need to mash on that thing 3 times.   
      
   Try setting your FCG to "Burst".   
      
   -Cap'n TrVth   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
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