Lovely big, firm peaches. What a joy they are to behold. I salivate at the sight.
So this is a problem, I hear you ask? Well I’m beginning to think that it might be in my case, because I just can’t stop thinking about them. If I’m awake, I’m searching the internet for pictures of them. If I’m out, the radar is on; it’s murder on holiday, at the beach or by the pool. If I’m asleep, I dream about them.
The older I get, the worse it seems to get. I fear for my blood pressure. The wife says I’m obsessed, and blames it all on ‘that Salma Hayak’, but it’s hardly her fault for having those made in heaven beauties of hers. Imagine massaging them with warm oil for an hour or six…
Perhaps I am a bit sick in the head at that, but if I am, the problem is that I don’t really want to be cured. So I’ll console myself with the thought that as addictions go, it’s pretty harmless. It’s hardly crack is it, so the worst side effect I’m likely to get is a sore knob.
Maybe counselling would help…
Nominated by Ron Knee
The problem with boobs is that they are misleading and over-hyped. This is evidenced by the total misnomer of “fun bags”.
Once you liberate the big, bouncing bad boys from their over-the-shoulder boulder-holders, they instantly lose their mystique and bore the tits off me (pun intended).
For me it’s all about the chase because once I see them, play with them and adorn them with “ocean-derived jewelry”, I immediately lose interest.
FUCK TITS! Fuck them ALL! (pun intended)
Love From,
TITS.
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It’s a bit like a building society account in that sense; after you withdraw, you lose interest.
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Whereas it should be more like collecting on a high interest savings account or cashing in on Pfizer stocks after a pandemic …… a huge amount of satisfaction gained from shooting all your load in one place.
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In my teens and twenties i was a real tit fiend. Nowadays I”ve mellowed and like arse legs and tits almost equally, but the sex drive has dipped a fair bit since then. It’s a lot easier just to casually observe. A big set of natural wobblers arent thr big distraction they once were.
Don’t really like fake tits at all, or fake faces, hair and nails.
I saw some terrible fake tits on a lapdancer many years ago during a nocturnal adventure on the South Coast . They were like two halves of a basketball stuck to her chest, and an arse and thighs dimpled with cellulite.
Most of the birds I went to college with were a fair bit nicer than that raddled old beast.
Join the circus love.
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I also am not a fan of fake-looking birds but that’s what most of these young TIKTOK/Instagram tarts are these days: fake looking bimbos.
I feel bad for young zoomer lads if all they have to look at are lasses who look like the street-walkers of the early 90’s.
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A lot of these insta-gurners look like Bratz dolls that have fallen into a fire and rolled onto the hearth.
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Always made me laugh, how cunts lied about why they watched Mad Men,
Lads coming up with chinstroking shit like ‘It’s about ruthless business’ and ‘it’s about power and corruption’.
Bullshit. They watched it for the same reason I did. This lady and her magnificent tits….
https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c5/ee/0d/c5ee0dced2b662807e211d7742f8e550.jpg
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Mad Men is the most expensive soap opera i’ve ever seen. I found it a bit tiresome, apart from Christina Hendrick, off course.
Another ‘must watch’ series I gave several hours to, but ultimately dull.
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I remember this one being on the telly in the late 80s. Don’t remember the song, mind. I wasn’t listening.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a-aLetDWGPg
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I was too young at the time, but i appreciate her dancing now. I bet she had/has a thick mediterranean bush.
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A very healthy young lady Norman.
The thought of that lush silky bush is a killer CP.
My tablets nurse….
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