I celebrated my 25th with a ladies night out. It's impossible to feel old when you still have girlfriends who will stick their face in your cleavage...
Rub on your cleavage...
Blow on your cleavage...
Take cheap porno flicks with you...
or feel on your booty...
Thanks bitches for a wonderful birthday!!!
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
It's my party, I'll get motorboated if I want to!
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Labels: boobies, booty, cleavage, f*cking awesome, it's a celebration b*tches, old hag, old people, the talented Ms. P
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Would you rather...
...get caught cheating...
...get caught rockin' this outfit...
... or get caught in between Aretha's big ass titties...
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Labels: boobies, cleavage, fatty, gross, making decisions, making mistakes, questions, things I don't do, when bad things happen to good people, where did all the bloggers go?
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
I Am Not Mad
It may be because I like shakin' my ass, but I’m really feelin’ Janet’s new song ‘Rock With You’...
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Labels: ass shakin', call me crazy, career?, cleavage, music videos, non sucky people
Friday, January 25, 2008
Where's Puddin'???
Amongst the feathers and Vegas showgirls, lurks some Puddin’. If you can spot the Puddin’, you will get… * drum roll please * …a whole lot of nothing!!! Yay! Hey, at least it's Friday...
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Labels: bitter, boobies, boredom, cleavage, erotica, it's a celebration b*tches, modeling, the talented Ms. P, where did all the bloggers go?, working girl
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
A Good Investment
I recently read an article in ELLE magazine about two guys who started up MyFreeImplants.com. It's a Web site where women can get men to buy her fake boobs.
Literally she creates a profile, pasting up slutty pictures of herself, kisses a bunch of ass and men donate money into her boob account. If a woman makes enough money for her implants, the money goes straight to the surgeon. If she doesn’t use it, the money goes back to the donor. Kind of like MySpace, but the creepy guy that wants to add you as a friend, is a good thing.
I made a profile. I’ve had it for about a week and I’ve made $0. No donations, no messages, no feedback. *Sigh* I guess Fresh Banana Puddin’ isn’t so popular after all.
Does anyone have any suggestions to make my profile more appealing (whorish)? Or would anyone care to donate $$$? I work for quarters…
*Disclaimer* I don’t know if I honestly want the boobs, just more curious to see if this thing works…
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Friday, July 20, 2007
Title not necessary , see photo below...
"Never underestimate the power of cleavage."
I have a confession. I love boobs.
No, it’s not in an I-like-to-eat-box kind of way. Yeah sure I’ll admit to checking other women out, but it’s more of comparing the goods. It’s a wanting-what-I-can’t-have sort of way. Something I believe that everyone suffers from a little bit periodically. Whether it’s boobs, hair, having a flashy car, to a lucrative career. There are some things people work hard to achieve that bring about change and some things are inevitable. They just aren’t going to change, like ex- boyfriends and mothers.
Boobs can be changed (silicone) and I have fought with many a people in my life, as to whether or not I should change mine. Family and friends offer alternative suggestions of discouragement to prevent me from going under the knife, like a Victoria Secrets hard-core push-up bra, chicken cutlets or learning to love the boobs that I already have.
I’ve heard that as long as my boobs don’t point towards the ground or are close to the ground, all I really need is a handful. Which is a valid point, because my breasts do rest atop my chest and not my belly button.
Although, if I were to go under the knife, I wouldn’t want some big ol’ watermelon Pamela Anderson jugs anyway.
I know I shouldn’t become plastic like the majority of the general population, but I’ve wanted great big boobs since I saw Shannon Elizabeth feel herself up in the classic, ‘American Pie’. Since posing in Maxim became so popular and since I bought that halter top that doesn’t quite fit right.
Let me put it this way, the only reason I would ever consider bearing children someday would be the possibility of growing some boobs.
Judging by what mainstream media feeds us, I figure I am not the only one with this sadistic attraction to the clumps of fat that can cause accidents. Celebrity nipple expo is so popular and a significant reason why cleavage is such a powerful thing. I mean great boobs can bring a girl good fortunes including free admission, free drinks and getting laid.
And I have met an exceedingly amount of guys who know how to hold great conversations with my nipples.
There was an article on Askmen.com, “Does Size Really Matter,” not too long ago, which had opinions about boobs from a male perspective (not that it matters much). I would like to make it clear that my boobs would be for me and me only, but I thought the article was interesting. See for a man, yes size does matter, so the article compares that answer to that of a woman’s breasts. It stirred up quite a bit of controversy, which I love, so I thought I’d share.
I know I'm great, I share.
http://www.askmen.com/dating/datingadvice/dating6.html
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