Friday, June 24, 2005
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16 of you felt the overwhelming need to say somethin':
What ... no Caspers on her ass?
I wondered what you were going to blog about tonight. Looks like a little censorship going on here.
Nilbo - Why, I don't know what you mean.
Squirl - I just can't have nipples running amok in my yard, can I? What would the neighbors think?
Kitty - I almost couldn't decide between the X-es and the footprints. I think this was the better choice, but look for the footprints next time.
"Nipples Running Amok" would be a great name for a rock band.
I guess after "Singing Mammogram" all things are possible.
Tastefully is good, but tastily is better. Can't you photoshop something tasty on there? Maybe some chocolate chip cookies, some nice fruit? Just a thought. Of course, I haven't had breakfast yet, that might be a factor . . .
Susie - with Photoshop, food-and-floppers fusion can be yours.
I'll have to get back to you later on this one.
OMG..I just saw "Anonymous's" heiney on the reformed stripper's website! Whoo-Hoo! (although it was absolutely adorable, it TOTALLY looked like a chick's ass).
So you'll tape her nipples, but won't censor out her exposed spinal column from beneath her bust, huh? EVERYONE knows what an erogenous zone the exposed spinal column is.
OMG, where's the rest of her?
If that's a fountain beneath, where does the water spill from?
Dazed - Knowin' that my ass is adorable to you means a lot. And thanks for the vote of gender confidence! Just 'cause you guys don't see my lady parts here doesn't mean I don't have 'em. Hangin' outta my chaps.
And I thought I'd be risque with the spine. Live a little!
Sierrabella - you see why I had to censor this? If people saw the water jet forth from yon stone nipples, the whispers of scandal would never die down, and we can't have that sort of thing 'round here, can we?
In a coincidence of cosmic proportions, the drapes covering the topless sculptures at the Dept of Justice were removed Friday...
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2005/06/24/AR2005062401797.html
Thanks, Ghost of Goldwater. I always thought that was a stupid waste of taxpayer money.
Well, I guess if they can unveil the Lady at the Dept of Justice, I can go rip the tape off ol' Venus' stony aereolas.
I'll tell her, this is gonna hurt me more than it hurts you.
X marks the spots. Treasure chest be found!
I'm with Susie.
I licked and licked but it just tasted like flat panel. Nothing tasty came out.
Reminds me of my first and only trip to a strip club. It was at Daytona Beach for the 500. We got pretty tuned up and decide to walk in. They had tape on thier nipples. Some was flesh colored. It looked like a wacked out Hitchcock film.
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