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bob - I think about breasts a lot. Not mine but other people's. Women. Some women have nice large breasts and some have no breasts at all. That is cute. Mainly though I think about large breasts with the borderline caucasian nipple such as you find in Northern China. Attached as it were to an entirley matter of fact and olive direct personality in makes for quite a stunning package unlike anyone you might find in the west, even if it does gaze at itself in the mirror all the time and waltz around like it was the very heart of desire. Somehow non-self conscious and proud at the same time. You wonder how that is possible before distressing yourself with the realization that it some day won't be.
Loretta - A few years ago, I was having the "what are we doing with our lives" conversation with one of my friends. The problem is of course that I lack direction, so he was pushing me to focus on my goals.
"What is it that you really want?" he asked repeatedly. "Think about it, deeply. Close your eyes, empty your mind. What comes into it? Do it again. And again, until you understand what it is you truly want out of life."
Try as I might, all I could ever really think of was a pair of perfect breasts. They would float in front of my closed eyes, just out of reach, tantalizingly pert and rounded, shaming the 'two fried eggs' sported by most of the ladies of Taipei. The lack of proper breasts in my life is probably the greatest barrier to extreme success I face. Until this particular need is addressed I can't move forward and focus on everyday mundanities like earning money.
bob It must be the spring weather. I have to rattle my brain for all kinds of ideas about how to make classes interesting and productive and how to add something insightful to this conversation or that, but mostly all I can think about is tits mostly. It is tits season out there too so that probably aggravates the situation. It's like the flu.
Sandman - Can posts be described as delicious? Buttercup's posts are. You need to read them with a lump of good bread sometimes because you need it to mop up the last of that good gravy so you don't waste a drop. Like bob's, are sometimes when he's opening all those strange doors he has access to and isn't afraid of opening. Except when he goes on about his mammaries, though. That's just rude. And confusing sometimes. North European nipples? What are they in the non-obvious sense of course?
Bob - No, no, no Northern Chinese nipples. Nipples that are neither dark and permanently errect like, say, a South East Asian nipple, nor pink and indistinct like some European nipples, but somewhere in between. Usually mounted atop large and yet firm breasts they are surely a phenomenon worthy of note, even if exceedingly rare. Surely there are other wanderers about who have witnessed such a marvel. No?
Sandman - Ah. Northern China and borderline caucasian. In nipple terms, not a great deal more illuminating than Northern European though. A Prairie Home Companion, although lacking Northern Chinese nipples, does have a number of rather amusing tit jokes and of course Garrison Kiellor playing, not surprisingly, himself. A bit morbid though and in fact Robert Altman died not long after making it. Beautiful, dreamlike pacing though, that perfectly matches the slow, fly-buzzing late Saturday afternoon on the porch ambience I imagine in my ignorance of Americana that such old-time radio shows would have imparted.
Bob - There we go. So, you have seen these yourself then I take it. I, of course, have only seen pictures and would post a link we I skilled in that regard. Computers confuse me generally and I remain grateful that I am able to navigate as far as this site every day. Outside of here is strange and confusing territory best left to the younger generation.
Loretta - A few years ago, I was having the "what are we doing with our lives" conversation with one of my friends. The problem is of course that I lack direction, so he was pushing me to focus on my goals.
"What is it that you really want?" he asked repeatedly. "Think about it, deeply. Close your eyes, empty your mind. What comes into it? Do it again. And again, until you understand what it is you truly want out of life."
Try as I might, all I could ever really think of was a pair of perfect breasts. They would float in front of my closed eyes, just out of reach, tantalizingly pert and rounded, shaming the 'two fried eggs' sported by most of the ladies of Taipei. The lack of proper breasts in my life is probably the greatest barrier to extreme success I face. Until this particular need is addressed I can't move forward and focus on everyday mundanities like earning money.
bob It must be the spring weather. I have to rattle my brain for all kinds of ideas about how to make classes interesting and productive and how to add something insightful to this conversation or that, but mostly all I can think about is tits mostly. It is tits season out there too so that probably aggravates the situation. It's like the flu.
Sandman - Can posts be described as delicious? Buttercup's posts are. You need to read them with a lump of good bread sometimes because you need it to mop up the last of that good gravy so you don't waste a drop. Like bob's, are sometimes when he's opening all those strange doors he has access to and isn't afraid of opening. Except when he goes on about his mammaries, though. That's just rude. And confusing sometimes. North European nipples? What are they in the non-obvious sense of course?
Bob - No, no, no Northern Chinese nipples. Nipples that are neither dark and permanently errect like, say, a South East Asian nipple, nor pink and indistinct like some European nipples, but somewhere in between. Usually mounted atop large and yet firm breasts they are surely a phenomenon worthy of note, even if exceedingly rare. Surely there are other wanderers about who have witnessed such a marvel. No?
Sandman - Ah. Northern China and borderline caucasian. In nipple terms, not a great deal more illuminating than Northern European though. A Prairie Home Companion, although lacking Northern Chinese nipples, does have a number of rather amusing tit jokes and of course Garrison Kiellor playing, not surprisingly, himself. A bit morbid though and in fact Robert Altman died not long after making it. Beautiful, dreamlike pacing though, that perfectly matches the slow, fly-buzzing late Saturday afternoon on the porch ambience I imagine in my ignorance of Americana that such old-time radio shows would have imparted.
Bob - There we go. So, you have seen these yourself then I take it. I, of course, have only seen pictures and would post a link we I skilled in that regard. Computers confuse me generally and I remain grateful that I am able to navigate as far as this site every day. Outside of here is strange and confusing territory best left to the younger generation.
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