OK you two, pistols at dawn! or...
...take it to the PM, it's easy for simple misunderstandings to inflate. clear the air, and in the meantime, RANT! and post more pix of bitchin' bazooms, fantabulous fun-bags, andhumonstrous hooters that would smother Lord Humongous himself!
today's word: the verb "to nargle." this is a real word, even though it was made up by a pal of mine decades ago, back in the US Midwest which does have its fun quirks (tho i was born/raised in Chicago which is a fabulous city, but not exactly typical of the large middle-section of mid-North America). to nargle, place your face (withOUT spectacles!) directly in the center of a lassie's cleavage--larger breasts are more suited to nargling than smaller, although anything B-cup or above will work. then whip your face from side-to-side rapidly while uttering the following phrase:
"UHWUGHAWUGGAWUGGGGAAWUGGAWHUGGAHWHUGGAWUGGGGGGAWUGGGGAAHWHUGGAHWUGGGGGGAHWHUGGGGGAH!"
repeatedly.
a proper nargle will make any dame with a vestige of humor erupt into peals of laughter. the resultant sex will be improved. and you could declare yourself a member of the Nargling Club. if there was such a thing.
so here's a shot of a well satisfied Red Ant, and a closeup of hair/ear/earring, a fetish object if you will, a tableaux of warm skin, soft red hair and a metal-fountain of bling...another snippet of gratification to warm the cockles of a gentleman's cock, as Hong Kong prepares for yet more icy puffs of Wotan's freezing breath from Up North. cold weather, BAH! weet-shrinkage may occur...
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