Blurt Thread III - Emporium of Unexpected Exclamations & Revelations

Soooo, 4 hours you say. *leer* How you doin? :D

Before you buy a plane ticket, I should probably 'fess up that unlike Rainy, I don't need a nap AFTER. More and more, I need one halfway through. :eek:

On a side note, when I was still teaching, "How you doin'?" was the typical way I would greet my class and couldn't figure out why everyone thought that was so funny. Until one day one of my students told me about "Friends", which I hadn't seen. Apparently (according to them), I even sound like Matt LeBlanc, except with a deeper voice. :p
 
On a totally unrelated note, if you are not a professionally trained glitter applicator type person, one should not cover one's boobs in sparkles. It looked more like I had some kind of awful skin disease than anything suitably fun and sparkly.

*whistles casually* I'll just leave this here.
 
Did it feel as good as I imagine it to, haha?


On a totally unrelated note, if you are not a professionally trained glitter applicator type person, one should not cover one's boobs in sparkles. It looked more like I had some kind of awful skin disease than anything suitably fun and sparkly. Then I spent the next 30 minutes removing it in the shower and shopping for an industrial strength vacuum cleaner. :eek:

'Soz How To, I did try though.

Breathtaking as always.

Young lads at the cinema, yes. I'm wearing a bra. There is going to be a certain amount of movement when one has tracks of land as bounteous as mine, esp in a strapless. Calm your tits over my tits. Please.
 
Young lads at the cinema, yes. I'm wearing a bra. There is going to be a certain amount of movement when one has tracks of land as bounteous as mine, esp in a strapless. Calm your tits over my tits. Please.

There are few things that grab one's attention quite like the female form - especially a self confident woman in something form fitting. I am well beyond being the young walking bag of teenage hormones of my youth, yet even I will sometimes catch myself wondering if a woman is or isn't wearing a bra. I (hopefully) have learned to be discrete but that's probably the only difference between old me and young me.

Slave to the hormone, body and soul. Biology is a very powerful thing.
 
On a totally unrelated note, if you are not a professionally trained glitter applicator type person, one should not cover one's boobs in sparkles. It looked more like I had some kind of awful skin disease than anything suitably fun and sparkly. Then I spent the next 30 minutes removing it in the shower and shopping for an industrial strength vacuum cleaner. :eek:

'Soz How To, I did try though.


Lovely of you to try Lustrous One. :heart:

Even without the sparkly sequins and blingy booby bits, you will always be the HT's sparkle and shine, at least in my eyes.
 
Each time I open this thread, it opens to page 102. That seems weird. Another glitch in the site updates? Are any of you experiencing this?
 
Each time I open this thread, it opens to page 102. That seems weird. Another glitch in the site updates? Are any of you experiencing this?

It always opens to the last page for me. Maybe the universe is telling you to read something on page 102?
 
It always opens to the last page for me. Maybe the universe is telling you to read something on page 102?

I'm not experiencing that. I agree with ppl, someone's trying to tell you something. :eek:

Sunday football, beard oiling, Eagles' lyrics, something about the number 14, and children not sleeping when their parents want them to.

I'm a fan of Sunday football games and the Eagles. 14 means nothing to me. I don't oil my beard (nor do I have a beard, I don't reach beard length). I don't have kids although I have nieces and nephews who rarely nap when they are with me.

Page 102 fails to reveal its secrets to me as of yet.
 
Sunday football, beard oiling, Eagles' lyrics, something about the number 14, and children not sleeping when their parents want them to.

I'm a fan of Sunday football games and the Eagles. 14 means nothing to me. I don't oil my beard (nor do I have a beard, I don't reach beard length). I don't have kids although I have nieces and nephews who rarely nap when they are with me.

Page 102 fails to reveal its secrets to me as of yet.

Perhaps you just need to look deeper?

o Should learn what 14 means
o Should have kids and experience the true depths of despair
o Should oil whatever beard will grow
o 14 + 102 = 116
o 14 + 1 + 2 = 17
o We start out life selfish (1), learn to become selfless (0), and then learn that we need companionship (2)

The mind boggles at the possibilities.
 
There are few things that grab one's attention quite like the female form - especially a self confident woman in something form fitting. I am well beyond being the young walking bag of teenage hormones of my youth, yet even I will sometimes catch myself wondering if a woman is or isn't wearing a bra. I (hopefully) have learned to be discrete but that's probably the only difference between old me and young me.

Slave to the hormone, body and soul. Biology is a very powerful thing.

I genuinely don’t mind the looking, it’s the commenting loudly enough for me to hear it, and therefore be more a part of it than I want to be, that’s the problem. Plus if I hadn’t been wearing a bra, they both would have been knocked down when I sashayed past.;)
 
I genuinely don’t mind the looking, it’s the commenting loudly enough for me to hear it, and therefore be more a part of it than I want to be, that’s the problem. Plus if I hadn’t been wearing a bra, they both would have been knocked down when I sashayed past.;)


In a wee hut, somewhere in South Asia, ol’ lecherous Prasa is ferociously hamfisting his turgid, Tamil nodule to the above post, and praising Shiva for the wondrous gift of the internet.


Saucyminx: a bountiful, international gift, unconfined by border or brassiere.
 
I genuinely don’t mind the looking, it’s the commenting loudly enough for me to hear it, and therefore be more a part of it than I want to be, that’s the problem. Plus if I hadn’t been wearing a bra, they both would have been knocked down when I sashayed past.;)

Even when I was relentlessly driven by hormones I was never tacky, rude, crude, or otherwise socially unacceptable.

In a wee hut, somewhere in South Asia, ol’ lecherous Prasa is ferociously hamfisting his turgid, Tamil nodule to the above post, and praising Shiva for the wondrous gift of the internet.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hIs5StN8J-0
 
In a wee hut, somewhere in South Asia, ol’ lecherous Prasa is ferociously hamfisting his turgid, Tamil nodule to the above post, and praising Shiva for the wondrous gift of the internet.


Saucyminx: a bountiful, international gift, unconfined by border or brassiere.

That is kinda terrifying. Good thing I didn’t have someone illustrate it, or add photo evidence. Oh wait, you’ve already seen me sans bra. Oh no. Perhaps he did as well since it was in my profile for a wee bit. *looks forlorn*

Even when I was relentlessly driven by hormones I was never tacky, rude, crude, or otherwise socially unacceptable.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hIs5StN8J-0

Ya know PPL, this is the first time I’ve ever been apprehensive about clicking a link from you. Emerson? Pfft. All the time, it’s kind of a horror movie jump scare at this point, but not usually you. Context is giving me pause.
 
I give only the best, quality links.









Whether youz clicks or whether youz don't, it is always up to you.
 
That is kinda terrifying. Good thing I didn’t have someone illustrate it, or add photo evidence. Oh wait, you’ve already seen me sans bra. Oh no. Perhaps he did as well since it was in my profile for a wee bit. *looks forlorn*
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Dnt vry dahlink, he haz d dail-up in d hut.

He cn't feast d eyes on d DD treasures as d pic is stll dwnlwding. ;)
 
That is kinda terrifying. Good thing I didn’t have someone illustrate it, or add photo evidence. Oh wait, you’ve already seen me sans bra. Oh no. Perhaps he did as well since it was in my profile for a wee bit. *looks forlorn*

Forlorn? ;)


Ya know PPL, this is the first time I’ve ever been apprehensive about clicking a link from you. Emerson? Pfft. All the time, it’s kind of a horror movie jump scare at this point, but not usually you. Context is giving me pause.

Me? Would I ever lead you down the garden path*? *Blinks eyes innocently*


* if it weren't to my immediate benefit.
 
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Headed across the country today for work, wish I had planned better and arranged for time to be a tourist.
 
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