There is a bird in our office who is what could be described as BOBFOC. Body Off Baywatch, Face Off Crimewatch. Not a face you could fall in love with easily but gravity defying tay-tays and junk in the trunk to shame Jay-Lo. So what would you think is more important? Pretty face or stunning body?
titties and ass without a doubt. I'd even shag one of the sexy Aphex Twins from the Windowlicker video
Depends what purpose you will use the girl for. If it is just someone to ride to empty your sack, what does it matter what she looks like? I'd imagine that's how man discovered doggystyle. She can be anyone you want if the body is tidy. But if the girl is someone you're gonna get into any kind of relationship with, then you're going to have to look at that mantlepiece regularly. Proper munters can be hard to look at.
She has a lovely personality but is obviously very self conscious about her frupps and is always wearing stuff to cover up but they are the size of watermelons and sit up so high she can barely look down so are impossible to camouflage. The problem is that in 10 years or so when old Uncle Gravity takes his toll you might wish you'd gone for the pretty bird with a flat chest. <soapytitwanksmiley>
I used to work with a woman - nice enough girl too - who had the best pair of pins I've ever seen, and an @rse that stopped traffic. But I had to conclude that even blind drunk, I couldn't, I just couldn't. She had a mug on her that would sink ships and cause planes to fall out of the sky. Gruesome snaggle-toothed mare with the body of an angel? No thanks.
theres a girl at my work, tits are so big that she could be pregnant and you wouldn't notice because her tops falls down about a foot from her body! boatrace needs work tho.
Exactly and I bet you don't regret many of them or any at all. You regret the thing you don't do in life. As long as the "one" is selected correctly, the end result of the rest is the same. Empty sack, happy man.
Aye, butterface girls. When yer drunk you think why the hell not. When sober you think why the hell did I.
I suppose the unit of measurement that could be applied to how good looking a burd is how worried you are about the neighbours seeing her leaving in the morning.
To be repeated on a weekly/ fortnightly basis for many years until the shame gene develops enough...not quite sure when that is mind, or if it actually ever happens...
I'd say some of my ex sexual partners would beg to differ but they probably wouldn't call themselves munters right enough.
