I love tits of all sizes. Especially the little perky ones that won't let you ignore them in the morning! They seem like nothing, but they get in your face, making sure you always know they're there, so close, yet always just out of your reach, teasing, cutely mocking you, tempting the Man, "can't catch me!". And then they flutter away, and you never know when they'll be back. But you know they will. The pussy knows, and hopes, and yearns with moist lips, whiskers curled up, those green eyes narrowing with hungry desire.
P.S.: Eolake, *I* know what you're thinking right now. And mister, you should be ashamed! In fact, you should have been BORN ashamed. The nurse told me how you were staring, you naughty boy.
Remember how the blue tits always used to nibble the cream on icy mornings. The cap would be pushed up everything was so stiff and cold. I think the milkman came too soon. Still, now we don't get it on our door step we don't get the tits either.
We don't have tits in CA, finches yes, tits no. How are cole tits faring? I always liked blue tits.
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ReplyDeletePersonally I don't know from tits. The feathered kind anyway.
Or I have devious software which snoops into the compose window on your browser.
ReplyDeleteOooh, spooky. Can you tell what I'm thinking now?
ReplyDeleteI love tits of all sizes. Especially the little perky ones that won't let you ignore them in the morning!
ReplyDeleteThey seem like nothing, but they get in your face, making sure you always know they're there, so close, yet always just out of your reach, teasing, cutely mocking you, tempting the Man, "can't catch me!".
And then they flutter away, and you never know when they'll be back. But you know they will. The pussy knows, and hopes, and yearns with moist lips, whiskers curled up, those green eyes narrowing with hungry desire.
P.S.: Eolake, *I* know what you're thinking right now. And mister, you should be ashamed!
In fact, you should have been BORN ashamed. The nurse told me how you were staring, you naughty boy.
Remember how the blue tits always used to nibble the cream on icy mornings. The cap would be pushed up everything was so stiff and cold. I think the milkman came too soon. Still, now we don't get it on our door step we don't get the tits either.
ReplyDeleteWell played, Alex!
ReplyDelete"Especially the little perky ones that won't let you ignore them in the morning!"
I used to live in a neighborhood with a lot of those. There was a park behind the college.
When you are brought up on
ReplyDelete* Carry on films
* Are You Being Served
* Two Ronnies
* Dick Emery
* Mike Harding
and you later investigate
* Round the Horne (Kenneth Horne/Ken Williams)
* Dame Edna
* Ivor Biggun
* Monty Python
You soon get to understand double entendres. BBC Radio3 and Radio 4 used to be full of such stuff in the 90's.
Alex, WHAT double entendres? ;-)))
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure the sampling of milk bottles by tits was very hygienic, but it sure was cute.
(Milk, tits, geddit? Oh, I'm SO subtle!)
http://www.bbc.co.uk/devon/discovering/wildlife_gallery/gallery2/pop2.html
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