Monkey Brains and Beans

Zombie Elvis wrote:

http://www.stellaparker.com/funny1/pics … Device.jpg

I was wondering where the net motif from Captain Ahab's Fish and Chips had gone during the recent remodeling...

http://www.flickr.com/groups/infected/pool/show/

The software here on the street sure does hate to embed things.

edit o+: allow me to help

Last edited by orangeplus (2008-10-09 08:47:54)

Brace yourselves



and I'm guessing that's a postop transexual there on the basis of "where's the clit"

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jesusluvspegging wrote:

Brace yourselves

https://cruelery.com/uploads/36_crochet.jpg

and I'm guessing that's a postop transexual there on the basis of "where's the clit"

I think you may be right.  That is very disturbing... a good indicator: Fingers/Hands

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Taint wrote:

In the dark, does it really matter?

I don't like girls with fake boobs, why would I be interested in a guy with fake boobs AND a fake snatch?

Also, I very much doubt that a tranny-cunt can grab hold of my cock and squeeze it the way the real thing can.

Gender is not just a frame of mind.

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Only tranny I know is lesbian.

[Samuel Pepys's Diary: September 14, 1665] "To see a person sick of the sores, carried close by me by Grace-church in a hackney coach. My finding the Angell tavern at the lower end of Tower-hill, shut up, and more than that, the person was then dying of the plague when I was last there, a little while ago, at night, to write a short letter there, and I overheard the mistresse of the house sadly saying to her husband somebody was very ill, but did not think it was the plague. To hear that poor Payne, my waiter, hath buried a child, and is dying himself. To hear that a labourer I sent but the other day to Dagenham's, to know how they did there, is dead of the plague; and that one of my own watermen, that carried me daily, fell sick as soon as he had landed me on Friday moring last, when I had been all night upon the water (and I believe he did get his infection that day at brainford), and is now dead of the plague. To hear that Captain Lambert and Cuttle are killed in the taking these ships; and that Mr. Sidney Montague is sick of a desperate fever at my Lady Carteret's, at Scott's-hall. To hear that Mr. Lewes hath another daughter sick. And, lastly, that both my servants, W. Hewer and Tom Edwards, have lost their fathers, both in St. Sepulchre's parish, of the plague this week, do put me into great apprehensions of melancholy, and with good reason. But I put off the thoughts of sadness as much as I can, and the rather to keep my wife in good heart and family also. "



The killing of dogs to slow the plague:

Does that little lavender costume come in a Rottweiler size?  'Cause that'd be funny.

George Orr wrote:

Does that little lavender costume come in a Rottweiler size?  'Cause that'd be funny.

No Rottweiler lavender things, but there's THIS:

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scarydog wrote:

[Samuel Pepys's Diary: September 14, 1665] "To see a person sick of the sores, carried close by me by Grace-church in a hackney coach.

I know Pepys encrypted that diary but have never understood why it took so many years to crack. Only parts I've read to date are the juicy bits, the wenching and debauching.