well which do you prefer and why?
well which do you prefer and why?
There, but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford
My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom.
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation.
Girls are fun in general, but one area comes to mind more quickly than the others.![]()
Howlong 'til the axe?
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the axe shant come for we are protected under women
There, but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford
My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom.
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation.
Heh, you missed all the important parts!
Why do you hate Freedom?
The US is marching backward to the values of Michael Stivic.
If your talking about bobyparts specifically, whats between the legs ( and the chest ofcourse)![]()
Narf!!!!!!!
You missed the make or break part for this Lemur -- the face. A beautiful face is an absolute necessity. A body can get fat or thin, fit or flaccid, all can change with time. But there's no substitute for a stunning face.
Oh, and good skin. I'm a sucker for a girl with fantastic skin. This probably makes me weird.
Cannibal...
Oh my goodness, no stringing ideas of "eating" and ideas of certain areas together. PG board, PG board, PG board.
Yearrrghh!
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I miss the good old Org days. Back then, even the off-topic forum had a certain level of class.
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Originally Posted by ArcticSonata
keep it civil![]()
There, but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford
My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom.
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation.
How come no butt ahem... er backside?
My name is Asinius Commodus, son of the Eagle.
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The junk option brothaOriginally Posted by littlelostboy
There, but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford
My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom.
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation.
Erm.. the legs, eyes, the "junk", the chest. So just about everything.
I will be off to bed now. So I will no longer be able to self-moderate this thread. Guys keep it clean nothing to ruanchy. This is already on its last leg so gentlemen a touch of class on a touchy sbject. Seriosly please just describe your taste. Think the babe thread without pics.
Good night and God speed
There, but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford
My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom.
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation.
Loving the legs :)
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown,
The dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb...
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The junk?
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That's exactly the kind of ridiculous, pubescent language that that leads to
Closed!
Please - speak like that at recess, not here.
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