Leigh :) Stark
pulled out his telescope and saw
Posts Tagged ‘breasts’
Pink Ribbon Meets Trilby
Monday, October 22nd, 2007
I was wondering when this day would occur. I knew it was coming but didn't realise it was actually upon us.
Aside for it being a Monday, I'm talking about Pink Ribbon Day!
While part of the reason I cheer is it gives me an excuse to pin something unexpected on my hat, I also proudly support it because it's something that not a lot of men seem to care about and… that's not just a shame, it's downright wrong.
I'm not saying that it's wrong for someone not to support the fight against breast cancer. You can believe in whatever you want and support whatever battles you like.
I'm saying that it's wrong for men not to support the pink ribbon if they really dig breasts themselves.
I mean hell, we've stared at them since we were maybe 8, confused because– wait, weren't these those useful things we used to suckle on when we were younger? –and now we find that all girls have them?!
What wonders!
So we stare, we pass a glance, we admire from a distance. We download pictures, drool in secret, as well as touch, grab, fondle, kiss and hope for slightly more interesting activities with a member of the family that we'd be arrested for if we so chose to show it in public.
And we do it all for the love of the breast.
And if you're one of those people who loves the breast and all that it stands for, then you need to be supporting Pink Ribbon Day.
Without the breast, you'd just be another pile of dribbling slop.
The breast cements you.
The breast gives you reason to live.
It provides you with milk and enjoyment; it's like a cow that sings and dances.
Plain and simple, the breast is brilliant… and you need to support it.
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Nip Tac
Sunday, September 23rd, 2007
While I was wandering around in Coles today, I saw something I'd never seen before. A new type of Tic Tac.
Now everybody has had a Tic Tac before. It's more or less sacriligous to not have a Tic Tac. If you've never had a Tic Tac though, get your ass out to a 7/11 and spend the measly one buck or so it takes to enjoy the orange mint goodness. The orange one's the best in case you're curious.
Anyway, there was this new Tic Tac variety. Now I've been burned by the new Tic Tac thing before. The last "new" type to come out was "Passionfruit Mint" and it had about as much in common with passionfruit or mint as a hamster has in common with a rectal probe… which might explain why some people actually enjoyed the flavour.
In any case, Ferrero have come out with a brand new flavour. It is…
Tropical Acerola!
Yes ladies and gentlemen, get ready to fire up those taste-buds because Summer is here in the Tic Tac Summer Edition packs starting with Tropical Acerola. Now I don't have a clue what an "acerola " is. They're not exactly local. But here's the box to make it easier for you to find them…
Trop-i-cal Ac-er-o-la… doesn't seem hard. And it sure looks pretty… but my mind isn't so simple. I won't just look at something and accept it for the face value. No, my mind tends to see something and interpret it in a way that no one probably has… or probably should in this case…
I saw that and immediately went "what the fuck?!" and bought it… because my mind saw…
Tags: breasts, candy, Sex
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Breast-Man
Monday, August 27th, 2007
If there's one thing I came away with from working at the World Cyber Games this past weekend it's… a new affinity for breasts.
Well, that and exhaustion.
But a new affinity for the female reproductive organ that raises eyebrows and cocks at every turn is the one thing that I now have.
You might say "well Leigh, you're a male and an overly horny one at that. I'm quite surprised that you previously didn't already want to fondle the breasts of every thing you'd come in contact with."
But to that I say… well… no.
I'm not normally a "breast" man. I kind of like belly buttons, eyes, laughs… but breasts never really did it for me. I can't exactly say why. All I know is that I just didn't care. So what if you had breasts, I wanted to see your belly button and hear you giggle.
About a year ago, I was an ass and thigh man. I liked the shape of asses and the tone of thighs. Can't really say why, once again. I just did. If you had a hot ass and sexy thighs, I wanted to fuck you more than I wanted to listen to an Imogen Heap cd… and I really like Imogen Heap.
So now… I like breasts.
And what's the catalyst for this new desire to look at the female extension of… well… the chest?
The girls of WCG. The booth babes. The promo girls. Hot females in skimpy ass polyester and spandex strutting their stuff pretending to give a damn about the product they're wearing when we all know they're just doing a job no different to when we'd do a job. Except they look better doing it.
And probably that too.
Yes, the unzipped top area of those females was certainly enough to force me to develop strong feelings for breasts.
Mmmm… breasts.
Tags: breasts, Sex
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