Apparently, May is the horniest month but it's October and I've hit a state of rampant ganting every afternoon. To take my mind off it, this thread is reserved for all the things in life that are better than a firm, well placed, curved, erect nipped pair of mammary glands. It can be anything at all. Just as long as it's better than heaving, shapely, glistening, rhymthically shoogling ladybreasts.
I had home made lentil soup last night. It was particularly smashing. It's all eaten now, though, and, generally, boobs are still there in the morning.
There's the occasional spliff that beats most things in the world. A cold beer when it's really, really hot. More than 1 pair of boobs.
When ye wake up in the night, take a drink of water, turn yer pillow over to the cool side and drift back off to sleep. Bliss.
Tits are forever, but that moment of bliss is fleeting and precious. Having said that, the first time yer get yer mitts on a set of tits ye've never felt before also offers the same fleeting and precious bliss.
I'm quite worried about Gambol. I think his mega beel has altered his genetic code and now he's become a ****.
that feelin teh furst tyem wen yer uncul sneecs intae yer room an geez ye a **** efter yeev poked yer sister <ok?
