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|    barfingyak@gmail.com to Colonel Edmund J. Burke    |
|    Re: HOW I SPENT MY SUMMER SOLSTICE ON HE    |
|    30 Jan 19 13:13:13    |
      On Wednesday, January 30, 2019 at 12:08:48 PM UTC-6, Colonel Edmund J. Burke       wrote:       > On 1/29/2019 5:20 PM, Cap'n TrVth wrote:       > > 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       > >        >        > I have a penchant for the ellipse. That explains it.              Dudes and dudettes: 'Ellipsis' is the singular and 'ellipses' the plural for       this word about punctuation.              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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