Otium cum dignitate.
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 lieYou other brothers can't denyThat when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waistAnd a round thing in your faceYou get sprung, wanna pull out your tough'Cause you notice that butt was stuffedDeep in the jeans she's wearingI'm hooked and I can't stop staringOh baby, I wanna get wit'chaAnd 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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