Isn’t that Dr. Evil from Austin Powers? Just bigger, and with a bigger cat?
No, I think its Slingblade.
No, I think its Slingblade.
umh-hum.
french fried potatoes. uhm-hum.
kittycat (in lacy panties as we speak).
SPFFFIITTT!
Ha ha. Now I have to clean up the soda I just sprayed all over the monitor.
sorry…it’s just that men imagine the women here to be hot (which, ok, we are) and in lacy panties (well, we probably are), and it’s just funny.
just like when my girlfriends come over, my husband thinks we work on our knitting projects without any tops on. he tells all of his buddies, “The women are coming over to knit topless. I’m going to buy a big hot tub so they can soak in it and knit topless”.
See, the logistics don’t even make sense. We can’t sit in a hot tub AND knit. It’ silly.
And, no there’s no pillow fight in sheer teddies either.
Geesh.
I’ll just let you think what you want to think, how’s that?
What about casual making-out?
just like when my girlfriends come over, my husband thinks we work on our knitting projects without any tops on
A few years back I had a teenage Swedish aupair. She came to the US because two of her friends were aupairs in the same neighborhood. When they had time off in the summer, they would come over to my house because we had a pool, so they were in their bathing suits. They were all blonde. Sightunseen, the guys at work were beside themselves with the thoughts that this conjured up. I mean, if you are creating a little fantasy, do you put Playboy Bunnies in it or “not” Playboy Bunnies? Not to be cruel, but Hugh Hefner was not chasing these girls for a photoshoot. Nor was Larry Flynt, or Bob Guccione. Not that I am any prize, but they would have barely made it in their own family albums.
But, they were “girls”, “teenage”, “blonde”, in “bathing suits” and Swedish. That was enough.
Having said that, there is a site for nude knitting. DO NOT GO HERE IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY A PICTURE OF A NUDE WOMAN KNITTING. God knows I was. (I think you can go “up” a level for more pictures of nude women knitting.)
http://www.baja.com/members/susanf/nudebeach/retro_pin_up_b/images/knitterC.jpg
It’s all in people’s heads, that is so true. For example, when I ever learn how to post my pic on this forum, and if I ever dared to, you people would be amazed. I know that, now, you have a picture of me that is a cross between Johnny Weismuller and ‘Butch’ of the Bushwhackers (WWF some time back).
You would actually be astonished at how suave and sophisticated I look. Like I have been made over by those Queer Eye guys. Honestly. You will be amazed…
My friend Marcie the Mermaid is a babe and she lives with two other hotties. She sends me text messages all the time that they having “tickle fights” and pillow fights and so forth.
I told her to put up a web cam. She didn’t bite. Whether it is real or not doesn’t matter to me. She found the buttons to push and she’s pushing them. Like Arthur C. Clarke said, “We each create our own reality”.
That’s a funny story.
It reminds me of a few years ago, when me and two friends all found ourselves between jobs, so we decided to go to the Bahamas for a few days to lie on the beach in March. Believe it or not, we had no idea that Paradise Island was a spring break destination for college students, so we were sort of surprised to see all of these students running around with wristbands (they were all on pathetic meal plans) trying to walk around casinos wearing A&F shorts and t-shirts.
We were 30 at the time, so we were sort at that crossroads point where being around a bunch of 20 yr olds wasn’t quite as amusing as it used to be. On the other hand, we had never seen a live wet t-shirt contest before, not to mention a couple of other contests held in the clubs that would make any parent’s eyes pop out. Where are these kids’ parents? Not that the contests sucked, mind you.
Anyway, one day we’re hanging out on the beach and we start talking to these three girls sitting near us. Turns out they were 19 yr old Swedish au pairs on their annual holiday from DC, with 75 other Swedish au pairs. And they were all partying in the same club that night. Strangely enough, we found our way to that club after dinner. What a coincidence.
As in your story, that is a story that works much better as a story, because the reality wasn’t quite as good. But hell, it’s just a story.
She sends me text messages all the time that they having “tickle fights” and pillow fights and so forth.
Fight back. Tell her you are with the guys, and we are have fart contests, and burp contests, and trying to see who can pee the farthest. That will get her all riled up. …and we will put up our own webcam!
Somehow I think telling her that may exert the opposite effect…
Somehow I think telling her that may exert the opposite effect…
What will we care if we are having that much fun?
Tell her you are with the guys, and we are have fart contests, and burp contests, and trying to see who can pee the farthest.
But it would be true in our case.
But it would be true in our case.
Uuuuurrrrppppp! Ha! 9 pointer-- your turn loser! 
Ohhh, the wife’s gonna get more tonight, thank you!
Ohhh, the wife’s gonna get more tonight, thank you!
You’re having friends over?
You’re having friends over?
Uh, yeah and we have a webcam, too! www.seemywifeandherfriendsandmeallovereachother.com