I mean she is not Betty but would have been my choice to play her on TV or in the movies.
She loved beer and riding on a motorcycle and is the subject of many posts here.
And she is not a cricket girl you poofters.
Whose that girl?
Monday, February 11, 2013
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No clue.
A luring photo, though.
Is her 80th birthday coming up, so to speak?
Mary.
I felt a prime fart brewing in my tight ass today.
So I decided I wanted to enjoy it.
I prepared.
I closed my fab office, drew my blinds, unbuttoned my Prada flat front Athletic fit and then.....let it fucking rip.
I exhaled deeply and the put my face in my ass and inhaled.
It was exhilirating.
tits.
I've told you before that you should light them, Titus. A Bic lighter works fine.
Hindi Hubby and I are heading to Vermont for a long weekend.
Snowshoe, Downhill, Cross Country, Dog Sledding.
We will be staying in Woodstock and Stowe-5 star accomeys natch.
Will head to the Sound Of Music peeps Inn for brunchy natch.
Do Waterbury and Montpelier.
Dip are footsies in natural spring and be cold and giggle and then hug.
And Queeche Gorge, natch.
Tons of covered bridge sights.
And too many lesbians.
In other words totally East Coast bitch rich.
thanks.
take care
and have a great night!
I have lighted them before but not at work Chick.
I have standards and am very professional, gee, I thought you knew me.
As I always say there is a time and place for everything and lighting farts is for home life, not career gal life.
tits.
Whose that Girl who looks like Betty Rubble?"
Whoever she is, she lights farts and steals thunder.
Whoever she is, she lights farts and steals thunder.
Donner and Furtzen were reindeer, nicht?
Hard to believe a girl w/ those tits married a goober like this.
Unless his nickname was el caballo or something.
Donner and Furtzen were reindeer, nicht?
Blitzen too!
es blitzt = there is lightning,
Life is weird. How about the lightening strike at St Peter's?? No skinny jaggy bolt, but a top down direct hit from some kind of higher power.
Do you think it'll change the Pope's mind?
I got blitzed on white lightning once.
Couldn't make a fist for hours. Which is a good feature when you're around a bunch of drunks.
Do you think it'll change the Pope's mind?
Nope. It's his mind to make up.
I tend to see things in layers and regard a natural phenomena like this to be a natural phenomena as well as a form of invitation to look again or see something from a fresh perspective or different angle.
Opened eyes are a big deal in the Gospels, something the Teacher was fond of promoting.
As for being blitzed by white lightening, the chief complaint directed at St Peter the first time such "dunamis" (dynamic power) landed smack dab on top of their heads was "too much wine".
Here's more:
This stained glass by Gian Lorenzo Bernini (1660) commemorates the first landing of light and power from above. The window is situated directly above and behind the Throne of St. Peter at the Basilica, Vatican.
Although I don't come from a R.Catholic tradition, I consider the lightening strike curious in conjunction with these pictures and story, and view it as an invitation consider power and responsibility.
Maybe deep for TY thread, but no less airy fairy than farts
Lightening? Well, that dome is very heavy, so that might help.
I have twice walked up the stairway between the inner and outer dome at St. Peter's. I liked to think that I was walking on the same stairs that Michaelangelo trod while building it. Yeah, just wishful thinking.
When you get to the top you emerge at the copula, which is what lightning will tend to strike, as it is the highest point around.
Bernini was one of the greatest sculptors who ever lived - when he needed bronze to build the baldacchino he asked the pope for permission to tear down the old Roman ceilings so he could melt the bronze for use in the new structure.
Yeah, who needs all that dusty old Roman stuff when you could have a nice shiny new baldacchino...
You sound pretty worldly, Grit. Not many have travelled your path.
Though I once trod the skewed stone steps up the Leaning Tower in Pisa. It gave me the feeling of going down while going up and going up while going down. I heard the tower closed.
At the top I felt a bit like Galileo.
eppur viscere muovano...
Visceral, CL, no shit!
But back to the subject at hand. On Easter Sunday 1996 I walked up the stone circular staircase that is built into the walls of the Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris. The amount of hand work that went into building a cathedral is astounding.
At the top I walked among the gargoyles - the ones carved out of stone and the German tourists both, saw the massive wooden beams that support the bells and saw the bells, which, thankfully, were not ringing when I was there. I had a hunch they might start at any moment, so after a walk around the roof I repaired to the ground.
I found your recollection, quasi-comodo, Grit.
Back when I was a yute, living in the DC suburbs in the '50s and early '60s tourists were permitted to walk on the stairs inside the Washington Monument. I have walked up and down all of the stairs in that 555' tall obelisk. There are plaques set in the walls and one could pause and read about the various states and whatnot. But, we were told, too many people were dying from the exertion and so the stairs were closed. Now you have to ride the elevator.
All of this was before the structure was toppled by the earthquake. Oh, right, that hasn't happened yet.
I also walked up the Eiffel Tower - as far as you can go for free. I am cheap and declined to pay to ride the elevator to the top. So the pictures I have are all from the observation deck about half way up.
For a few centimes more, right Pilgrim?
Keeping with MamaM's visiting-the-church-as-a-tourist theme, drop a coin in the machine, lift the earpiece, and select "English" to hear an interpretation of eppur viscere muovano. link
Inside the church San Pietro in Vincoli in Rome one will find Michaelangelo's Moses. It is a powerful sculpture, one that I have spent a lot of time looking at.
When I first walked in it was well lit. Then, bam, the lights went out. Turns out you have to insert a coin into the mechanism that controls the light switch. Very clever, these Italians - make the tourists pay the power bill.
I did. It was worth it.
Someone on that show had a keen eye for tiny-waisted dancers.
When I was in camp, aged 8 or 9, another camper sat on my face and farted. The worst thing about life is that the terrible memories stay. You can't get rid them. I must've been happy too but it's the humiliations that stick. Carry on, gang.
Sixty walked up the steps of the Eiffel Tower
And looked around at the dreary grey town.
He walked round and round the stairway
That took him to the top of Notre Dame
And commiserated with a gargoyle.
He got a close up look at Mike's Moses in Rome
And for a moment it was almost worth it --
All the misery of wandering youth.
But all the while gnawing inside him
Was the image of a big juicy quarter pounder.
So he said "Ah fuckit" and hopped the first plane home.
Ricpic - poet laureate of this here blog.
Paris, that Sunday morning, was beautiful. After leaving Notre Dame I walked out to Pere Lachaise so see my old friend Jim. He's the same.
As all Pulp Fiction viewers know, it's a Royale, also available avec fromage! And so far, even though I am nearly 63, I have yet to consume a Quarter Pounder. Or a Big Mac. I have, upon occasion, had Micky D's fries, usually to stave off the collapse of my blood sugar. Otherwise, I only eat what I have prepared. Mmm, home cooking.
OT,I have been thinking about an upgrade to my work vehicle and I saw a Honda Odyssey go by a while ago. I thought it would be a cool ride, but only if I had a personalized tag that read "Homer's".
Okay, I am really not going to get a minivan.
ricpic: Good thing you didn't mention last tangos in your poesy.
I agree with Sixty: you are the poet lariat of the TY blog.
ricpic: those smell-memories are the most long lasting. Ever notice how young boys spend a lot of time touching things and then smelling their fingers? Imprinting.
This post is full.
SixtyG participating in Italian Pay per View. Moses spouting horns (which I'd not seen until today), chickelit offering up his Three Coins in the Fountain of Chirbit Special, more thoughts on Rome and Sculpture than I can process, and I am supposed to be packing for another trip to Townsend, TN for a follow up class.
Meanwhile, SonM calls to say he's bugged by the way the announcer keeps saying "engulfed in flames". What's that about? Maybe watching someone supposedly burn to a crisp isn't easy no matter how guilty they are.
chickelit, I read something recently about smell sharing a link with another sense, but I'll have to look for it. Until then, there's this, which you probably know, but it's still powerful: When you inhale, odor molecules set brain cells dancing within a region known as the amygdala, a part of the brain that helps control emotion. In contrast, the other senses, such as taste or touch, get routed through other parts of the brain before reaching the amygdala.
When I was eleven, I toured Europe for three months in a VW microbus with my mom and 3 siblings. There were NO railings on the Leaning Tower at that time, and the only thing I remember is being scared spitless I was going to slide right off. No juicy quarterpounders around back then. We lived off french Bread, Coke and Ritz crackers.
I just met my new neighbor from across the hall.
Italian, Phd, hot, accent....with a fish helping him move in.
He looks faggy but because he is Euro you really can't tell.
The short of it is I would do him, big time.
He was wearing an old school blue parka with orange hood and fur, it gave me a total hardon.
tits.
Safe travels and successful travails, MamaM!
I thought you lived in an all-gay enclave Titus? Are there any kids in your building?
BTW, I haven't gotten any hints from the clues given here regarding whose that girl.
So who's that girl?
It's Mary Tyler Moore chick. I said Mary.
I don't live in a gay enclave. I would not live in a gay ghetto. I thought you knew me chick.
Very disappointing.
The last thing I would want to do is live in a gay ghetto. 95% of my hood is straight, but fag friendly natch. 5% fag, which is the max I can deal with.
BTW, I haven't gotten any hints from the clues given here regarding whose that girl.
The hints have been weirder than Titus's percentages.
Someone with an 80th birthday coming up soon, who married a goober and is the subject of many posts.
Titus said...
It's Mary Tyler Moore chick. I said Mary.
No way! I always thought she was Mary Tyler Less. I'll have "look into" this assertion of Tit's
I doubt that's MTM. No way that escaped my teenaged "rack-dar."
Someone with an 80th birthday coming up soon, who married a goober and is the subject of many posts.
Don't forget motorcycles and beer.
I'm going to go out on my limb here and guess that it's Julie Newmar based on blake's clue and the age thing. The body looks right but something about the face looks different than JN.
Right show, wrong girl, CL.
OK, blake clued me in: link
Laura Petrie had pointy tits.
I like pointy tits.
Yea!
Pointy tits.
Titus, I'm wondering who rinses out the dip bowls, de-stains the sheets, vacuums the dog hair, and unloads the dishwasher at your fab place? Someone with tits?
I'm sure Titus uses Mary Maids®
I have tried Merry Maids but they suck.
I have some Tibetans clean my penthouse weekly-only 250.00 for 1200 square feet.
The rare clumber is bused to exclusive daycare during cleaning so as not to disturb him. The bus has huge pics of beautiful dogs on the outside along with doggy seatbelts.
The husband and wife both have the name "Tenzin". And yes, I would actually do the husband.
The rare clumber goes to Laundra Mutt monthly for grooming, shave, massage, nail clippings and yoga too. 4 hours for only $500.00.
Most rare clumbers have long hair but mine is shaved because if he isn't shit gets stuck on his hair and I hate pulling it out and so does he.
But thanks for asking Mamam.
So the answer is "yes, someone with tits".
Yes, Mamam there are 4 sets of tits cleaning and one set of balls.
Although, I think Mama Tenzin leaves immediately.
The bitch drives a mercedes SUV.
My fucking maid drives a Mercedes SUV.
I have some Tibetans clean my penthouse weekly-only 250.00 for 1200 square feet.
Yes, Mamam there are 4 sets of tits cleaning and one set of balls.
Even $50/hr (presuming it's split evenly--and it's probably not) is enough to lease a Mercedes. Plus she probably counts it as a business expense.
The Tibetans are very grateful for Titu$
"A Maid Needs A Man"
Was she dirty, like Betty?
Neil's Valentine Maxim
To give a love,
you gotta live a love.
To live a love,
you gotta be "part of"
..when will I see you again?
Hillary Clinton having sex with a panda? That is a post that must be on Trooper York!
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