Well, I have a new bottle of Jerry. Time to go do the wife in da butt and play some NBA 2k11. Today would have been my chocolate lab Mayhem's 10th birthday, some of you remember him from my avatar or the pet thread. I'm ignoring the voices in my head that say "Sneak through the woods with your rifle and take out that asshole who hit Mayhem's tires." Current score: Voices 0, My Desire To Not Go To Jail 1. As the Jerry goes to work, we might have a problem. And yes, I put flowers over where we buried him and have tried not to cry about him today. Notice the word "try". Tonka is awesome (and at 9 months hit 110 pounds) but I miss my chocolate lab. Yes, we do celebrate the birthdays of the dogs here. Fuck the cats, but the dogs (at least Tonka and Mayhem) get presents on their birthdays.
I'm ambidextrous, but only when masturbating. My first grade class was less then impressed with this revelation, but I think that's just because they didn't understand what ambidextrous meant. The teacher claimed that this point wasn't in the spirit of "Show and Tell." I tried to explain I was doing the second part first.
Pro tip for those in college thinking about taking human sexuality thinking it will be cool. There is probably a section on childhood sexuality and it's fucking weird.
Way to pick the picture that makes her look identical to that other voluptuous model/actress who will not be named.
I am a noob and can't figure out how to put this video into the actual post, since it's not YouTube, but here is a link to this girl who put a hidden camera in her cleavage and you can watch how many guys check out her boobs throughout the day. It is both funny and sad. And timely, seeing as how earlier today I had the following conversation with the guy at the deli, all while he was staring at my boobs: Me: Could I get a quarter pound of macaroni salad, please? Him: Potato salad? Me: No, macaroni salad. Him: Ok. He gives me the container. Me: Um, this is potato salad. He: Didn't you want potato salad? Me: No ... macaroni salad. Although, to be fair to some of the guys in the video, I couldn't even tell they were looking at her boobs. Sometimes it looked like the counter went off just because someone who happened to be male walked by.
For the record, when a woman walks past with huge knockers propped up like that, I can't help but look too. I'm not even checking her out, I have no attraction to females at all. They're just...there...you know? There was a woman at Mardi Gras in a gown that barely covered her huge, fake DD boobs. The cups on the dress for her boobs were these little triangular shaped pieces that pretty much just covered the nipples. You could see her breasts all around the sides to the bottom. I could NOT peel my eyes away. I was clearly ogling her breasts in public (I actually tried to stop looking because I was aware it was rude, but my eyes kept going back) but only felt a little bad because she couldn't possibly expect the general public to show any other behavior but that. I felt awful for any guy out in public with their date/girlfriend/wife. You would have to have 100% self control to keep your eyes to yourself on that one.
Ok, if a young lady is wearing a nice sweater like that, chances are I will take a quick glance. This video was from Paris, we all know that the French male is a pig and this does not reflect the North American male's ability to be much more subtle. For example, I would wear sunglasses.
I wonder how many of the guys were just looking at the camera. Some of the guys gave a blatant stare and a raised eyebrow. Either the French are just that much more inappropriate in public, or they figured out something was up. Ah yes, the North American male; homo americanus aquilonis. Renowned for his subtlety and discretion in eye movements.
Judging from my experiences in Paris, I didn't even have to finish reading that sentence. The answer is yes.
To be fair, that's the anonymity of the city more than it is French people being truly lecherous. It's like conflating how people act in New York City with how they do in Charleston. /Sicilians are 100 percent worse than the French at eye-raping women.
While I have heard for years from many credible sources that The Sopranos is an amazing show, I had never seen even one episode. I am very busy under my rock and never made time. Mr P. learned this and decided that I must start from the beginning. I just watched the first episode and realized that my new full time job will be devouring this series. In other news, as a busty woman it is hard to miss the glances. It doesn't really bother me though unless the guy is completely fixated on them and unable to focus on my salad order. That is just absurd.