Woman has size 38KKK. She dumped her boyfriend who originally encouraged her to get impnts because he wanted her to stop getting bigger sizes. She wanted to live her dream.
Agreed. That is so unattractive, and she is only 28. What happends when she is 38,48,58…? And the former husband she left, after he paid for it all. What a marooooon.
Aieeeeeeeeeeeeee! Did anyone click on the “more pictures”–which takes you to her Web site?? (What am I asking? Of COURSE y’all did…) I don’t even know how that can be accomplished. Where did all that skin come from? How does their jiggling not drive her to her knees? Are they even capable of movement to begin with? Who makes her clothing? How does she sleep? How does she tie her shoes? HOW DOES SHE DRIVE?
Seriously, she’s got the equivalent of like a 9-month-old fetus strapped onto/under each pec. Why? Really, why? It’s not attractive. I mean, hey, a nice set of boobies is a thing to be appreciated…but this has gone over to the grotesque/sideshow/freaky place…
I would like to fall asleep with my head between them. YUMMM-MMMMY.
Here’s a senario. You just got home from an honest hard days work. You walk into the house, and its spotless. The dinner table is all set, with food serving of your choice. You eat it, its delicious! Satisfaction! But then you think, where is she? She is now where to be found. You go take a hot shower, which washes away all your blood, sweat, and tears, from your callused hands. (this of which I dont think many slowtwitchers know what that feels like, but none the less, you can pretend). Refreshing, you think to yourself! You walk upstairs to your bedroom, slowly creeping, crack open the door, and BAM! There she is, laying on the bed, ready to be taken, knockers and all. What do you do? Do you lay the pipe? Thats what I thought?
No. I also don’t lay the pipe to the bearded lady or any of the other sideshow freaks.
Ah, but the Bearded Lady can always wax. Betty Bazoombas is a freakshow for life.
I would like to fall asleep with my head between them. YUMMM-MMMMY.
Here’s a senario. You just got home from an honest hard days work. You walk into the house, and its spotless. The dinner table is all set, with food serving of your choice. You eat it, its delicious! Satisfaction! But then you think, where is she? She is now where to be found. You go take a hot shower, which washes away all your blood, sweat, and tears, from your callused hands. (this of which I dont think many slowtwitchers know what that feels like, but none the less, you can pretend). Refreshing, you think to yourself! You walk upstairs to your bedroom, slowly creeping, crack open the door, and BAM! There she is, laying on the bed, ready to be taken, knockers and all. What do you do? Do you lay the pipe? Thats what I thought?
You haters need to stop acting above yourselves.
Change your scenario since it is rather limiting. In one bedroom is miss KKKnockers. In the other is a pretty young lady who is all natural, but smaller. Do you go for the huge fake boobs, or the natural girl?
You’re missing a point. Some guys have a higher requirement than: “some place wet”. When you look at the KKKnockers girl, you see yummy. I see phony and a little disturbing. I’d much rather “lay pipe” with my natural, sweet wife because I know there are another 22.5 hours left in the day to spend with her. Something tells me that the remaining time with your dream girl would be spent catering to her every whim. When you grow up and become a man, you’ll understand the difference.
Remember for every magazine cover girl, there is someone somewhere who is tired of putting up with her crap.
"Well then, maybe you like taking it more then receiving?!?!?! "
No, I just don’t see any attraction in giant water balloons with skin stretched over them, and I’m not desparate to get into any wet hole that presents itself. I’m not 16 anymore. Maybe when you get past puberty, you’ll understand.