Showing posts with label boobies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label boobies. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Bastard Sons Guide to Mothering


I am not sure if we are allowed to have nudity on this site. I am a contributor, and probably agreed to uphold the bylaws and policies of blogger.com, etc. If this picture is inappropriate, I apologize to the powers to that be. Take it down if you don't like it. The little kid in the front row seems to be loving it. I am interested in reader response to this. Thanks Collegehumor.

Thursday, September 6, 2007

Just a reminder...


Thursday, May 17, 2007

Yay! Girls Make-out Friday...


This certainly brightens my day. I hope this makes Friday at worky a little bit better. Yay!!

Thursday, March 22, 2007

Wolfpack Boobies


I just returned home from watching a little of the Kansas game at my favorite bar and wingery. Those of you familiar with Motown will know the one with the bowling alley attached. Anyway, while there I heard rumors concerning the extracurriculars of the NC State basketball team and coaching staff on the Monday night prior to the NIT third round game this week.


A local gentlemens club (rhymes with bummers) played host to a number of patrons on Monday night. Among them, as the story was told to me, was a young bartender employed by my favorite wingery and some of her friends. At least a portion of the team and what appeared to be most if not all of the coaching staff and trainers- purportedly wearing NC State gear- were also in attendance.


As this story was unfolded to me- and she did admit to being a little intoxicated- another patron sitting a couple stools down from me chimed in. "Oh yeah, my roomie works there. He said the whole coaching staff, and the "head athletics guy" was there. There were a bunch of them." Now I have to assume he meant the athletic director when he said "head athletics guy"- but that seems a little far fetched to me.


I have no reason to doubt the authenticity of the tale as it was told by my primary source. Why would a girl out with her friends lie about seeing NC State guys at a titty bar? But that is not the end of the story. After leaving the gentlemens club, she said she stopped into her place of employment for an off-duty drink. Moments later, members of the NC State team, and assumedly with coaches again in tow- showed up here as well. This particular bar is a haven enjoyed by mountaineers fans, and supposedly some of the players were met with less than warm greetings. They were alleged to have made short remarks to my source as they exited the bar, to which she replied- "See ya tomorrow- on the bench." I don't know if that burn hurt anyones feelings, but she was pleased with herself.


Again, no telling what degree of truth applies to this rumor. I would be surprised if it were total bullshit though. Too many people with nothing to gain seemed confident in its truth. Just thought I would pass on the rumors as I hear them floating around Morgantown. Enjoy.

Friday, March 2, 2007

Somebody should post something...




I am a firm believer in a number of things, most notably the healing powers of Dew. While this wonderful beverage possesses many whimsical powers- the one thing it doesn't have is boobs. Hence the picture provided here. If she came equipped with something capable of ticklin' my innards... I can't really tell you what I might be capable of.


Let us all try to forgive her for choice of educational institution. I do like her shirt, although boobs, and uh- sorry, funbags.


Remember everyone, Diet Dew is for the ladies. Today is Friday, and nobody has posted anything- we seem to only be adding to the previous Dew comment thread. This is nothing more than outlet for further Dew discussion. woot.

Friday, February 9, 2007

Thanks for the memories...






A fond look back at all that we admired about our departed friend Anna. Well, I think she would have liked us anyway. Why wouldn't she?


This posting is not intended as a simple opportunity to stare at her boobies. This is a very serious and introspective look back at a woman we should all admire- and not just because of her boobies and history of dancing in, well... booby bars. She is the American dream, and for that I know we would all pretend to respect her in the morning. Boobs. Boobs. You motorboatin sonofabitch- you old sailor you! Where is she? Is she still in the house?