The emergence of Madame's assets were greeted with applause and cheers.
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A feast of popular culture eclectica, easy to digest, every bit as tasty going in, as coming out.
Monday, January 27, 2014
Monday, January 20, 2014
Booty Call
Hank hated to go out in public because he had the world's most attractive butt for a man, and he found that both men and woman were so fascinated by it that when his jacket would ride up for any reason, the nearest person (interestingly enough, never his wife) immediately grab for that anatomy.
From my Facebook page, The Hell You Say
From my Facebook page, The Hell You Say
Thursday, January 16, 2014
The Twins
She spent more time than she thought reasonable assuring associates that she had not had breast augmentation surgery...
From my Facebook page, The Hell You Say
From my Facebook page, The Hell You Say
Monday, January 6, 2014
Hubba Hubba
The sailors would have found the vision horrifying if it hadn't been for the fact that they had been at sea without respite for 130 days.
The Captain tried to buy the giantess a drink.
From my Facebook page, The Hell You Say
The Captain tried to buy the giantess a drink.
From my Facebook page, The Hell You Say
Sunday, January 5, 2014
Back Off
"Hey, we found a car. Nobody in it. It's ours now. We've staked our claim. Don't try to take it from us."
From my Facebook page, The Hell You Say
From my Facebook page, The Hell You Say
Saturday, January 4, 2014
Hello Kitty Indeed
"Are we driving someplace, or do you plan to ply me with some catnip?"
From my Facebook Page, The Hell You Say
From my Facebook Page, The Hell You Say
Wednesday, January 1, 2014
Yes, it has been a hella long time since I have posted here, but I wanted to see if posting something anew would cause a blip in the traffic across my old blog, so I have reposted an item that I first posted on my Facebook page, The Hell You Say. If you like this sort of original captioned image post, come on over to my FB page. I have been posting new pics for a long time, and there is a shitload of stuff you haven't seen yet.
Playtime
By now, Jimmy had figured out the drill. Recognizing that look on his mom's face, he knew that the next words out of her mouth would be "When I get this into the oven, we'll have 45 minutes to go in the bedroom and mess around with Mr. Happy".
Many Thanks to Fuck Yeah Vintage-Retro
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