Does nothing for me .I like women who have a little more to offer. I have always found the contemplative Lyric verse of Sir Mixalot deals sensitively with the many emotional and spiritual nuances of the male adoration of the female form.
Sonnet 34 ( On my lady leaving )
"I like big butts and I can not lie You other brothers can't deny That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist And a round thing in your face You get sprung, wanna pull out your tough 'Cause you notice that butt was stuffed Deep in the jeans she's wearing I'm hooked and I can't stop staring Oh baby, I wanna get wit'cha And take your picture"
A lovely pastoral- style appreciation of the joyous Spring upon us .
Blimey its a good job those Liberal kill joys do1`t see much of what I write isn`t it .
Quite so. Politics has got so shallow and PC, and full of dense individuals who couldn't hold down a job. You are not allowed to even take the piss out of your own anymore.
Sorry Ratty but life is full of cruel illusions. I got the feeling you are not the sort who would want to worry about bits of your babe falling off when you get passionate...
Lilith. So right there, I would find it extremely embarrassing. I always find that a good shake and rub down first reveals any loose bits that are likely to come adrift.
Like religion, if Paris didn't exist then someone would have to have invented her. Everything that's pathetically memorable (or memorably patheitic) in 1 tiny package. Think about it, no extensive travelling between different celebs for the papperazzi, which brings me to her best point - she's virtually carbon neutral.
...oh, and I should have added, you're a fine looking woman. Amazed the artist was able to contain himself during the sittings. And the snake too. I presume it was not the hand of Damien Hirst, mainly from the lack of formaldehyde and general high quality of the brushwork.
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Does nothing for me .I like women who have a little more to offer. I have always found the contemplative Lyric verse of Sir Mixalot deals sensitively with the many emotional and spiritual nuances of the male adoration of the female form.
Sonnet 34
( On my lady leaving )
"I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung, wanna pull out your tough
'Cause you notice that butt was stuffed
Deep in the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh baby, I wanna get wit'cha
And take your picture"
A lovely pastoral- style appreciation of the joyous Spring upon us .
Blimey its a good job those Liberal kill joys do1`t see much of what I write isn`t it .
XXXX
Lilith.
Thanks. You have lifted the scales from my eyes. I now have an attraction to the young Paris - isn't that a blokes name.
Quite so. Politics has got so shallow and PC, and full of dense individuals who couldn't hold down a job. You are not allowed to even take the piss out of your own anymore.
Fine lyrics. I have a shapely bottom.
Sorry Ratty but life is full of cruel illusions. I got the feeling you are not the sort who would want to worry about bits of your babe falling off when you get passionate...
Lilith.
So right there, I would find it extremely embarrassing. I always find that a good shake and rub down first reveals any loose bits that are likely to come adrift.
Like my old friend Paris I am surgically enhanced - thankfully my penis was already huge- so that didnt need it.
Croydonian is a legend in that department .( No kidding)
Like religion, if Paris didn't exist then someone would have to have invented her. Everything that's pathetically memorable (or memorably patheitic) in 1 tiny package. Think about it, no extensive travelling between different celebs for the papperazzi, which brings me to her best point - she's virtually carbon neutral.
A fine blog, Lilith, my first visitation.
Hi TT! Many thanks :-)
I'll be back.
(cackles in a thick Austrian accent, then takes a long pull at a large hipflask of liquid steroids)
...oh, and I should have added, you're a fine looking woman. Amazed the artist was able to contain himself during the sittings. And the snake too. I presume it was not the hand of Damien Hirst, mainly from the lack of formaldehyde and general high quality of the brushwork.
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