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Monday, December 28, 2009
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Compounding Janet Napolitano’s idiocy, Robert Gibbs today tried to pass the blame off on “guess who” once again? That’s right, George Bush. Gibbs, apparently never missing an opportunity to look like a defensive, childish wreck, said “We have to review security procedures that are, as you know, severalyears old.“ Totally Bush’s fault! As if security procedures blowjobs under George Bush allowed for someone on a watch list, with a bomb in his undies, to get on a flight.
You know what might help? If high profile Democrats don’t feel as if they are entitled to disdain the rules themselves, making it harder for TSA and flight attendants to, you know, do their jobs. Senator Chuck Schumer not only feels an overbearing sense of entitlement, but he goes so far as to berate others for doing their job. Of course, he doesn’t really know what an actual job is.
Schumer and his seatmate, Sen. Kirsten Gillibrand (D-N.Y.), were chatting on their phones before takeoff when an announcement indicated that it was time to turn off the phones. Both senators kept talking. According to the GOP aide, a flight attendant then approached Schumer and told him the entire plane was waiting on him to shut down his phone.
Schumer asked if he could finish his conversation. When the flight attendant said “no,” Schumer ended his call but continued to argue his case. He said he was entitled to keep his phone on until the cabin door was closed. The flight attendant said he was obliged to turn it off whenever a flight attendant asked.
“He argued with her about the rule,” the source said. “She said she doesn’t make the rules, she just follows them.” When the flight attendant walked away, the witness says Schumer turned to Gillibrand and uttered the B-word.
Aren’t they supposed to be concerned with upholding the rules, put in place to protect us from risk, and not flouting them?
Useful idiots, indeed.
(originally / cross-posted at iowntheworld.com)
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Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Smart is Sexy
Was just watching an episode of Star Trek; Enterprise, which I havnt really been so actively watching before, but being a fan of Star Trek, i thought I’d sit down and see how good this series was.
It was okay, not as good as an episode of Star Trek: Next Generation by far, but still it was ‘okay’.
I did however get slightly more interested, as Vulcan Commander T’pol was on screen…and may I say I have never seen a hotter vulcan, haha if there is any at all 
She is played by Jolene Blalock, and both her name and appearance makes me think of Angelina Jolie, not that she is very hot at all…
But back to topic… I wanna talk a bit about Star trek : Next Generation which is by far the best Trek series of all, both because it homes most of the original series feeling, and also because each episode is so perfect in every way ( I should know, I have seen them all).
Adding, Patrick Stewart in the role as Jean Luc Picard is aboslutely brillant with his wicked british charm, accent and acting supremacy.
If there is something i would wish for Christmas, is to own the whole complete series on DvD ^^
For Star trek overall, it is undeniable the popcultural influence it has had over western civilization over the past 40-50 years, as it has both brought the sci-fi tvgenre to life, inspired countless of other media such as Star Wars and many of the wacky sci-fi gadgets featured in the original series have actually become real life things, such as Automatic Doors
Just like Star Wars though, Trek is very philosophical in many ways, as each episode bares some sort of either ethical or moral message it wishes to tell the viewer, to make you think, as most scenarios can usually be interpreted and recognized in our society.
-But then again, most of the episodes mostly contain ultra cool, out of this world action which we love, thrilling adventure and brilliant stories, both sad and fun.
So do yourself a favor, if you ever had doubts or preassumptions about Star Trek, watch Next Generation, and I promise you will learn and have fun at the same time.
Or if you are just a lonely, horny nerd…just go ahead and watch Star trek; Enterprise and check out Jolene Blalocks big boobs…
Monday, December 14, 2009
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Hi friends, I will call myself Aks, I have reading numerous stories on this sight and had always thought to share my experiences as well. Hope you guys like it and if request can share more as well. Firstly about myself well a reasonable good looking 5’ 7” a likeable personality from Mumbai.
Had always shared a great understanding and association with the ladies in general. Presently I am 36 years of age and happily married. Presently posted out of town. This story goes long back to when I was still doing my higher education. Just to give u a brief outline my dad’s close friend was looking for a bride for his son in that context the whole family was in Mumbai
and we had lot of visitors or we would accompany them as the case maybe. Finally they did finalise on a bride to be let me call her Twinkle. A very smart and good looking girl well educated and with a pleasing persona. Probably when asked for my opinion self had also approved for her as had found her quiet likable ( no pun intended ).
As things went by they got married and after fun and fair all busy back to their own lives. I had found her attractive and of very caring nature. During their early days we had a lot of contact and outings and must say were fond of each other and could share thoughts, they finally settled in another city. We gelled as friends she was about 4 years elder to me.
After almost a year I had some interviews and had to go to Bangalore. Though we had no much relatives their my father had a few friends, but as I had not met them for quiet sometime was feeling quiet ackward and wanted to be on my own. At that moment it so happened that my dad’s same close friend called up and said his son had been in Bangalore
for past few months on his new assignments and insisted that I stay with them. I was convinced, by my parents and finally agreed. I was all set and arrived at their place as originally planned my trip was for 3-4 days. We all had dinner chatted about our good memories and went to sleep after I had made my preparations for the coming day.
All went off well the first day and by early evening I was home. Now let me describe Twinkle she had put just a little more weight at the right places. She was charming as ever and always carried herself in a dignified manner. She is about 5’4” with striking looks not exactly drop dead but she gradually grows on to you with a pleasant smile.
We were having tea and chatting waiting for her hubby to be back. Our talks were general as we had met after a long time and trying to catch up. They were quiet well settled with all a newly married couple could ask for. However she did complaint of his long working hours and frequent trips etc.
I was quiet excited to explore Bangalore as it was my first trip to the city, and was looking forward to visiting pubs etc. To my surprise she said she had never visited one and they always preferred quieter restaurants. I did not want to be interfering and as we got along well earlier as well she felt nice to talk to me and share her feelings.
There were other issues which she discussed regarding his behavior etc which only made me wonder how narrow minded he had been and to some extend unknowingly ruining his married life for professional achievement, a thought crossed my mind that I should speak to her husband but apparently though I knew him for much longer I was more comfortable with her.
So I concentrated on my task the interviews and wanted to avoid their personal life. Soon he came back from work and as expected we went to a nice restaurant for drinks and dinner. The following day was quiet busy and by the evening I was exhausted. By the time I was back it was late evening and she was not in such a good mood,
I asked her where Alok was and she said his work comes first remember, he has left for an urgent meeting to Delhi and will come after 2 days. I tried consoling her over our tea that its sometimes required and maybe he cannot help it and she should understand. With that I went to freshen up and while doing so thought that lets cheer her up.
One I was ready I asked her if she had any plans, she said she had planned for another outing but now it wouldn’t be possible. I said have you ever been to a pub, she said Yes during had been to discotheque during her college days with friends so I said lets plan to visit one this evening if she doesn’t mind, she was quiet excited at the idea and readily agreed.
So we both got dressed and were set to visit one of the happening places in town. When she came out of her room she was looking ravishing, probably the first time I had seen her in western outfit. I complimented her and she said all her old clothes were rotting and she was wearing them after a long time as he always wanted her to wear usual Indian clothes.
Anyway we proceeded and had a nice time during the full evening and enjoyed ourselves. On our way back she thanked me as she had probably enjoyed so much after a long time and laughed so freely just remembering her good old college days. Once we were back we relaxed and she made some coffee and started to chat as usual.
This was the first time after I had arrived that she started asking me personal questions. To which I had nothing to hide and gave adequate replies. Then came the topic of sex, now at that stage as well I had couple of affairs was experienced, through out my stay probably first time I noticed that I was being attracted to her in that sense.
I was always fond of her liked her company and looked up to her as an ideal wife. Therefore such a thought had never crossed my mind, how can you think like this for a recently married couple, I always thought these guys would be having all the fun in their life. Alok though a bit conservative and old fashioned was a good husband beyond doubt
and always took good care of her. I again told her that she was lucky as Alok was doing well she had a lovely house and a good lfestyle, to this she said you don’t know now that you are here its fine and I am enjoying your company sometimes it gets so boring and due to regular shifting places she doesn’t have many friends as well to share her thoughts.
I said you could share with me if it helps. To this she started crying and said even I could have achieved same I am educated etc but I left everything for him. He never even considers that, I was puzzled though I had offered to listen was not sure if I could handle her. I just moved a bit closer to console,
soon she was crying over my shoulder lot of friends have done that so it was OK with me, I felt pity for her as what we see from exterior is not always the truth and deep down even with all the luxuries life can become meaningless. As all these thoughts crossed my mind she suddenly lifted her head and said “ Look at me, how do you find me ?”
I said what do you mean, She said “ do you find me attractive” to which I was again zapped and just slowly muttered YES. Would you like to Kiss me, without a word with my hands trembling I moved forward and our lips met softly. I just pulled back only to see her face lifted up and eyes closed as if waiting for me to complete the kiss.
Before I could think further I kissed her again very gently, this time trying to feel her lips. There was one side which was pulling me back and the other side in me just wanted her as if I had longed for her for ages, I obviously had always found her attractive and though never had planned for such a thing it was happening and I wanted to cherish the moment…………
Suddenly I began applying more pressure we did not loose contact for quiet a while as we began to work our way tasting each other, must say she was a good kisser and she then took the lead by probing her tongue to which I followed, it was as if eternity we continued kissing and slowly her hands moved and guided mine to her left breast.
Then there was no stopping my hands started moving on her body, the first time we unlocked only when she moved to give out a mourn. That the first time she had whispered in and she said Aks just don’t stop I want you. This gave me all the courage and energy to move ahead. I started giving gentle kisses on her ear lobes and neck while my left hands
kept massaging boobs and the right moved towards her back. I pulled her much closer now, we were sprawled on the sofa and her hands held me closer to her. In a sudden haste she removed my T shirt and taking deep breath was all over my chest. She threw me back on the sofa and stood up. Now I could see her in full glory breathing heavily and wanted to have her.
She waited for a moment gave a wicked smile and was back. This time round she kissed me very passionately, there was this urgency we were both making noises as we were fully aroused. She then held my head and sat on me continuing to kiss me all over my neck, chest and face.
She then moved her attention to my nipples and lapped them up first very slowly and then very hard at times biting them. It was a great feeling no one had paid so much attention to them earlier, I was getting aroused and wanted to hold her and feel her tits but she pushed my hands behind and continued.
My jeans was hurting by now and I needed a release, but she took her time and I was in estasy. She continued her good job lapping me with her saliva and them moving her hands all over. Finally she was at my jeans and began to open and unzip it, I was in heaven but I still wanted so see her divine body.
On my request she agreed to unbotton her top. Her boobs looked gorgeous in her black bra urging to come out, I could not resist and started fondling them. But she still want let me unhook. She said “its my night and please let me fulfill my fantasy”.
Soon my jeans was down to my thigh, she was working her way near my abdomen and thigh and always missing the main thing purposely. I was so aroused I could wait any longer and pulled by brief out to show her my strained erection. It was all fully erect 7” in its glory.
She slowly moved closer and this time round between my legs starting licking on my balls, however still not touching my dick, I held it and started masturbating as I needed a release she pushed my handed aside asked me to wait again. It was like sweet torture. Then suddenly she kissed the tip, I thought I almost came. Then she licked the purple head with her tongue.
Before I could start enjoying in one jerk she took the whole thing in, I was like breathless. She continued licking it as if possessed and I lay back as if passed out and enjoyed the sensation. It continued for some more time and finally I could not control and told her I was coming she continued stroking with her hand and I finally exploded all over her boobs.
It was as if I kept coming, finally I was all exhausted and laid she then moved forward and cleaned the head with her tongue of whatever was remaining. She then continued to kiss me all over after cleaning up herself with tissue. Now it was my turn and I was dying to see her boobs, I just snapped her bra apart,
and what a lovely sight her lovely firm 34 D cups were invitingly looking at me. I though she was a goddess how could her clothes conceal such a wonderful pair of tits. I pulled her towards me and started licking them, there was occasional taste of my cum but I didn’t care I kept shifting from one to the other and played with my tongue.
They were hard and erect. She had big areoles and nipples about an inch when erect they were dark pink in colour. I continued to lap them and moved below gradually towards her love nest, she was still standing in front and half her weight on my arms. I pulled her closer and in one go shifted her onto the sofa.
Now she lay there and I took time to see her wonderful body her skin was glowing, then I helped her out of her skirt to see the most perfect pair of legs, she was waiting patiently for my next move I approached and went back to where I left her mounds, after I while I started shifting down again and moved to her thighs with gentle kisses and occasional stroke of tongue,
she raised her hips and was now morning louder than before. Her hands reached out and held my semi erect member and started stroking it. I turned her around and then planted all over her back and moved towards her ass. Her hands were still holding on and continued to stroke. Then I worked my hands on her pretty ass.
She had a firm ass and pressed them first gently and then hard. I partly removed her panty which was soaked by now. Still working on her back. My member was erect again, and she could not take it any more and pleaded to enter her. I cupped her tits from behind and squeezed them hard, trying to take all in my hand however they were more than handful.
I now told her to turn around and that I wished to lick her cunt, she said she had never been licked and its fine if I don’t want to. I was surprised by her statement and told her that she was missing out on something (here must add that all my girlfriends have confessed that though I am good in bed but they love the way I lick )
I asked her to just relax and spread her legs as it was her first time I wanted to make it memorable. I took all my time. I gently started kissing her inner thigh and moved closer to the edge of her panty then went up to her navel and then back again to the upper edge, I gradually shifted the linen closer and closer as I continued the process then lashed my tongue in from all the sides making long stroke.
Meantime she was withering in ecstasy and her panties were practically dripping. I slowly kissed her cunt from top of her panty and blew out hot air from my mouth. She couldnot take it any longer and pulled my head in between her legs with all her might. I lay there still for a moment and then shfted the panty to one side to expose her cunt, it was not shaven but neatly maintained.
I started lapping the outer parts, she was now buckling in anticipation. I had to use force to keep her down. Finally I lapped the whole cunt from down to up with my tongue. Her hands were back on my head, I gently opened her lips and licked the inner side. I kept taking my time not to reach her G spot and lapped the whole area with saliva, she was literally oozing out,
I liked her taste and in one go went for her G Spot started licking it at a furious pace. She kept on buckling, screaming, and was continuously coming like for eternity I kept up my pace and held her close to me ensuring that my tongue was at the right spot. After I was a bit tired I stretched he lips and took her spot in my mouth and kept nibbling.
She was exhausted and pushed me away saying “ Aks bas” The whole sofa, floor and her inner thigh were covered with her come and not to forget my face. I got up and looked at her, between heavy breathing she smiled. She got up and kissed me passionately, then hugged me and said “Thanks I have never experienced that before and I have never come before so many times“
and we kissed again. The statement and the kiss was having the desired effect on me. I said now I just want to fuck you so……….. bad. She said fine and we moved to the bedroom. Once in the bed she lay there smiling in anticipation, I could not resist any longer. I got in between her legs and guided my tool to the throbbing entrance, which was waiting for the attack.
I first gradually slipped the head in, it was moist and warm the feeling was very good. I pushed in further and gradually the whole length was inside, I stayed in this position for sometime and then started the ride of my life, I increased my pace, but she asked me to slow down. I continued with long stroke at a decent pace, then I wanted her to shift,
she was shy again said she has always been making love in the missionary position, this remark got me hot I said we will try other positions you will love it. With that I lay down and asked her to gradually mount me, at first she found it difficult but soon got the hang and rhythm. She was now controlling the pace and I could attend to her lovely melons.
It then started to rub her clit as she continued to ride me. Soon she was approaching her orgasm and started to strangle me harder and moved faster. As she tightened her grip around me I could control no longer and without notice shot my come inside her and she collapsed on top of me.
I was scared as we were not using condom, but she said its ok she was on pills. We both then collapsed in each others arms and slept. This one is getting long, kindly give your feedback and I shall continue from here if you like. (Humandigest, 2009)
Friday, December 11, 2009
Annalynne McCord Pops It But Forgets To Drop It
Man, home girls got a phat old ass! Here are some pictures of the beautiful Annalynne McCord at a event showing off her butt. I like this, she’s having fun with creepy camera guys who are taking her picture. She knows where the photos are going to end up (here at InternetPopular) and she knows that the people (you) who see these photos will enjoy them too. Annalynne McCord is a smart chick, she knows what’s up. And what’s up is her fine ass.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Excitment
Well this week has been a bit interesting. Lets see so far I have met a few females From NJ and PA and …All over really. And There all ready to meet and greet and so on and so forth. Okay the first is from Germany she is thin and fit. And I really say this about a thin female but she is hot and I know she is older as well. Gets my dick rock hard just thinking about her. Now she comes to New York and P.A Stays with friends in after she stays with her friends she is free for me. And she shall be on the east coast for 3 weeks. All I am thinking is we fucking for them three weeks all the time we can.
Now the second female is a true black submissive who loves to be owned and fucked and beat and bred. She and her daughter simply be the best for me. As slaves of course..Truly great Lets see what else .. There’s is another I think..Well maybe not I mean If I can’t remember her then she must not be so important huh? heheh Well back to jelqing for now..
Today as been highly stressful So annoying..
Friday, December 4, 2009
Cute Petite Brunette Spreads Her Beautiful Pink Hole in a Pool
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Friday, November 13, 2009
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Friday, November 6, 2009
BOOTY Special!!!
This site is going to need a parental advisory pretty soon lol… But after watching MTV Jams they had a lil “Booty” special… So I decided to do my own featuring videos from Nelly, Sir Mix-A-Lot, LL Cool J, Mystikal & Bubba Sparxxx lol. They say a man’s best friend is a dog… But I bet many would say booty is ahaha! You can look but don’t touchhh!!!
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Bubba Sparxxx-”Ms. New Booty”
Mystikal-”Shake ya a$$”
LL Cool J-”Big Ol Butt”
Friday, October 30, 2009
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Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Getting my cameltoe fucked by a stranger on Halloween
I find Halloween so erotic…. Everyone hiding themselves behind masks and costumes. It makes me want to dress up and go to a party for a wild adventure. Perhaps find some well built man in a mask and seduce him. Not letting him see my face but letting him ravage my body in a dark corner at the party. Once his cock explodes and my pussy is satisfied, I would disappear into the crowd without him ever knowing my name or what I look like….. But atleast he would have one hell of a Halloween to remember! Just a thought
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Monday, October 26, 2009
How to Hack a scantron
Hacking a scantron
Well, throughout my lifetime, I've learned one thing. Scantron tests are a bitch. So this text will hopefully help you out. I'd like to point out that the results that the methods and results I write about came from ACTUAL experiments with ACTUAL Scantrons and Scanning Machines. I spent a long time working these out. I have tried virtually everything there is to try to beat the scantron machine, and I can happily say that it can be done. Now, I am not endorsing that you use these methods to get the first letter of the alphabet on your report card. These are for informational and entertainment purposes only. If you do use these methods, I, of course, am not at all responsible and blah blah blah. I would like to thank someone that was essential to making this file possible, but I doubt that he would want to be identified. He was one of my teachers. That's as far as I'll go with that. Now on to the good stuff... 1. Marking the black lines (Black on Black method)- On the left side of most scantrons that I know of, there are black lines next to question numbers. My hypothesis is that these black lines tell the machine where to scan. I don't know how it works, but it does, but not as often to create a great advantage. It works about 25%-30% of the time. I suppose coupled with actual guessing, this does add to the probability of getting a correct answer. This is my recommended hack. This is the hack that will work more often than any other. Do it only on the ones you can't answer. 2. Erasing the same black lines (Erasure method)- Now this hack is pretty self-explanatory. You erase those same black lines, only on the ones you can't answer though. Sometimes the machine skips the question and doesn't mark it at all. This leaves you with a correct answer. -OR- The machine will record an error and not mark the paper at all, including the score. This will then allow the teacher to grade it by hand, where he or she may notice the tampering. 3. Erasing the big black block (Big block eradication method)- Along the left side is a big black block. It is on the upper part of the column before the question lines. Occasionally, the machine will just skip over the whole damn thing but leave you with a 100%. This is practically impossible to get to work. I have gotten it to work twice out of hundreds of trials, but it can be done. My reasoning for this is because there is another similar block at the bottom of the column. I believe that the big block tells the machine when to begin scanning for questions. I think that variations in the printing of scantrons probably produce a block on the bottom similar enough to the erased block. Thus, the machine sees the block begins scanning, sees nothing to correct and gives you a 100%. Like I said this is probably less than 1% success, but it can work. 4. Cutting out that big block (Hole in your head method)- I have had more success with this than erasing for some reason. Again this is an all or nothing proposition. If you like gambling, go ahead. Remember that you will leave more noticable physical evidence. 5. Cross-hatching fill-ins (Cross method)- This method works about 20%-25% of the time. I believe it is pretty self-explanatory. I find that the best patterns are diaganol cross-hatches, or horizontal lines. I can't explain why this works, I assume you are simply confusing the machine. 6. In-between shading (Grey areas method)- By in-between shading, I mean finding a level of grey that is not too dark or too light. I believe this will work because of the same reason as #5. 8. YOU FILL IN THE CORRECT ANSWER! *******ADDED SINCE LAST POSTING OF THIS DOCUMENT********* 9. According to Anthony IannoneWednesday, October 7, 2009
Autisme
Autisme: Er zijn sterke vooroordelen over dit onderwerp. Maar weet je eigenlijk wel wat het is? Oordelen zonder de juiste informatie kan natuurlijk niet. Daarom gaat dit lapje tekst over autisme.
Autisme en uiterlijk
Je kan aan het uiterlijk van een persoon niet beoordelen of het een aan autisme verwante persoon is. Dat is uit de afbeelding hierboven te leiden. Ook uit het gedrag is lang niet altijd te zien of iemand autistisch aanverwant is of niet, al wordt soms anders afgebeeld door bijvoorbeeld de TV en cabaretiers.
Men heeft een verkeerd beeld over autisme opgedrongen gekregen door onder andere de media en de televisie. Of beter gezegd, dat beeld kan wel kloppen, maar dat betreft één klein procentje van de mensen binnen het ASS (Autistisch Stoornis Spectrum). Kun je nagaan hoe makkelijk mensen te manipuleren zijn!
Maar wat ís autisme eigenlijk? Autisme is een stoornis in de hersenen. De verbindingen tussen hersendelen kloppen niet volgens de normen van normale hersenen. Dat zorgt voor een slecht presterende samenwerking tussen zintuigen. Dit past de interpretatie van de persoon aan waardoor deze een ander beeld dan het bedoelde beeld van de informatie krijgt. Klinkt best moeilijk, maar om iets langs kort te maken: “austisten” interpreteren informatie anders.
Wat er tegen te doen is? Medisch gezien niet veel. Er zijn medicijnen die orde kunnen bieden aan de warhoofden: Een voorbeeld is ritalin. Dit medicijn zorgt voor een betere concentratie. Buiten de medische wereld is er heel wat tegen te doen. De aan autisme aanverwante persoon krijgt bijvoorbeeld een aangepaste onderwijs. Hierbij is meer individuele begeleiding mogelijk waardoor er minder frustraties de persoon tegemoetkomen. Dit helpt de persoon beter te concentreren en dus meer en beter te presteren.
Maar moet je eigenlijk wel iets doen aan autisme? Albert Einstein was ook een aan autisme verwante persoon. Deze had geen begeleiding op school en had daarom een erg moeilijke jeugd. Maar hij werd tijdens zijn latere jaren tóch heel geleerd.
Toch is het statistisch gezien beter om begeleiding te bieden aan een aan autisme verwante persoon. Einstein was één van de weinigen die wél zonder begeleiding door het onderwijs kwam. Maar mét begeleiding zijn er aanzienlijk veel meer ”autisten” die zich er doorwurmen. Daarom is dit dus wel nodig voor de maatschappij om aan autisme verwante personen een kans te bieden.
Een leuke filosofie: Autisme gaat niet zo zeer over wat mensen doen en zeggen, maar over hoe ze waarnemen en interpreteren.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
baktankar anyone?
Riktigt gott och färskt bröd till långfrullen på söndag? Då är det hög tid att börja baka nu. Jag tillsammans med vännerna på Riddarbageriet ger er “Lenin”. Det suraste brödet i bakboken “Riddarbageriets bröd”. Here we go:
Dag 1
Ingredienser
720 g surdeg av råg, 30 g jäst, 200 g rågmjöl – Blanda ihop skiten på 5 min mellanväxel, plasta och ställ svalt 15-18 celsiusar. Gå och lägg dig.
Dag 2
Degen från dag, 120 g mörk brödsirap, 120 g vetemjöl, 220 g rågmjöl, 150 g vatten, 25 g salt (ngt i överkant enligt min smak ta 23 g), 10 g torr och mald koriander – Blanda ihop hela klabbet (bokstavligen), kör i 2 min låg växel och sedan 10 min på mellanväxel. Låt dig själv och degen vila i 2 h. Olja två st formar eller gör som jag – använd sillisar. Släta av och till degen med en fuktig sked. Strö lite hel anis och lite rågmjöl på. Låt jäsa i 1-2 h. Sätt in formarna och spraya vatten eller kasta in några isbitar. Sänk värmen till 200 och låt bröden stå inne ca 40 min.
Hållbarheten blir fan-fuckin-tastic. Njut med bacon och pepparrot. /Henri
The trifecta
Maria: Wow, Valerie, you make a perfect ass. And Isabel, you are such a sexy, tight, pair of jeans.
Valerie: Am I that big? Show me!
Isabel: I can vouch for that, you are putting a serious strain on me back there, I can barely hold you.
Maria: I hope you can hold her. That’s why I made you the pants.
Isabel: Don’t worry, I got your back. Oh and there’s a mirror, show Val hold big she is.
Valerie: …. OMG, I am huge! This is sure to make your ex boyfriend jealous Maria.
Maria: I hope so, and after this I was thinking we hit the clubs like this… If that’s ok with you guys.
Isabel: Definately. But first, go find Maya and Gabi, your going to need a new top and some rockin’ tits!
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Do those 7s come in a size 17?
Baby, it ain't the jeans...
Remember the roller coaster with the sign that said, “You must be this tall to ride?” Similar rules apply to jeans. If the tag on your waistband is in the double-digits, hand over your ticket, proceed to the exit, and haul your fat ass to the gym.
Of course, don’t be looking for sympathy there either. My friend Erin, a personal trainer with the relentless enthusiasm of a camp counselor on crack, recently talked me into a trial membership at her gym, the kind of place where people go more to stay in shape, rather than to get in shape. I lasted all of 25 minutes. Thankful not to have stroked out on the elliptical machine, I staggered back to the ladies locker room to hose myself off and escape the punishing stares of the glistening beauties in their tastefully coordinated workout attire. The complimentary towels were anything but. Picture a terry-cloth post-it. I wondered if this was the gym’s version of a not-so-subtle motivational message: “If you can’t get our towels around your gigantic arse, drop the shampoo, and get yourself back upstairs to the cardio room for a minimum of 40 more minutes. You fat bastard. Cheers, The Management. P.S. Yes, our scales are accurate.”
Needless to say, I haven’t been skinny enough to rock a pair of jeans in months. OK, years. It’s no coincidence that the last time I wore jeans was sometime in 2005, a year after I’d decided to go back, I mean, go to college. I’d heard about the Freshman Fifteen, but no one had said shit about the Sophomore Sixteen, not to mention the darker perils of junior and senior year.
And then there’s my husband. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a lovely, brilliant, amazing human being, and, as it happens, one hell of a chef. If I were a better person, I’d tell him to dump my ass and get on with his life. Thankfully, I’m not. That said, the man has been trying to kill me with food since the day we met. He lives to feed me, and seemingly finds my ever-expanding girth no impediment to his amorous advances. That’s the good news. It’s also the bad news.
“Baby, no – I can’t have an entire platter of pesto gnocchi with freshly grated parmesan and a hunk of garlic bread for dinner. I’m, like, you know – trying to lose weight.”
“But you’re beautiful. And it’s so good – it’ll make you happy. And i want to make you happy. That makes me happy.”
And who am I to deny him his codependent culinary urges? Especially when they go down so nicely with a bottle and a half of cheap French red? For a while, though, I did try to counsel him on portion size, using a salad plate as an example of how much food I should have. Bless his heart, he did his best, but his servings stayed the same size – they just got taller. It was like a bizarre form of water displacement.
There are times when I think, screw it. Why fight the inevitable? Let’s just become that couple, you know the one: the pencil-necked, skinny guy with the sunken chest and drawn eyes because he’s had the life sucked out of him by his whale-like, bossy wife, the one hovercrafting along beside him in her voluminous muumuu, fat, glowing and serene.
Or I could just set myself on fire.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Kari me away
(Contains adult content)
By the start of spring quarter of my freshman year I’d already wasted a full two quarters trying to get Lori interested in me. (Read about Lori.) Any sane man would have realized that it was a hopeless endeavor and given up … but not me.
But then an angel appeared who would lead me to the promised land.
That quarter I was taking Geology 104. I had to find my transcripts buried in a box in the basement to pull up that old factoid. I’m reminded that there were three, one-hour lectures in a big hall and a two-hour lab each Wednesday.
The first day of lab I walked in and looked around and there was an angel sitting alone at the front table. I walked over and sat down. She turned and smiled and said, “hi.”
Wow! She was something wonderful and almost indescribable. OK, She wasn’t amazingly beautiful, but she was definitely pretty. She was about five-feet-six-inches tall and fairly trim but with a nicely shaped figure. Her long, light-brown to dark-blond hair hung down her back. She had the air of a hippy and dressed as though she wanted to be one, although the age of hippies was a few years past.
We didn’t say much that first day but at one point I realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. I got a decent view of the tops of her breasts but I would have had to stand over her to see her nipples. Now I’ve never been one to ignore a cheap thrill. I did try to get a better view a few times, but I didn’t want her to notice so I let it go.
The next week I got to class first. Once I got there I realized I should have held back until she sat down and then I could sit next to her. No problem — she walked in, saw me, came over and sat down next to me.
I said, hey, “I don’t know your name … I’m Nils.”
“I’m Kari,” she said.
It was that day we started working together in class. I don’t recall exactly what we did. I think we were looking over some maps of geological formations.
Having one map for the two of us we moved closer together. She leaned over to look more closely at the map. Oh glory! I had an unencumbered view of her formations. There they were — two objects of my long quest. Once again she had no bra. I don’t know but it almost seemed as if she were presenting her breasts to me.
She had slightly pointy boobs of a nice size. They actually looked somewhat like volcanos with rounded tops. She had areolas the size of silver dollars with inverted nipples.
I tried not to stare but I’d never had such a treat. My penis sprang to life in my jeans. I was glad that I was sitting at a table where no one would notice my hard-on.
I was so hot and bothered I could barely talk after the class. I walked out with her but we didn’t say much more.
I was determined to ask her out so I made a plan for the next week. I hung around in the hall outside the class and as she saw me she greeted me and we walked in together and sat down. It was a warm spring and, once again, she had no bra covering her breasts and a light, loose blouse. After we sat together and started going over something or other, I got a repeat performance.
We walked out together. She asked me where I was headed and I said, “wherever you’re going.”
She smiled at me and said, “isn’t that nice, my own escort.”
I asked her if she’d like to go out the next evening. There weren’t many classes on Friday so Thursday was the start of the weekend for a lot of students. She heartily agreed.
I couldn’t think of anything but Kari for the next 24 hours. I met her at her dorm and we went out for pizza. As we talked she struck me as a sweet but determined girl. Although she looked rather like a hippy she was no airhead, no silly pothead. She was an ardent feminist and struck me as very liberal minded.
We shared many of the same ideas. We even talked about wishing we could have been at Woodstock. Unfortunately it had happened eight years previous and we were just kids at the time. We seemed to have the same eclectic taste in music from classic rock to jazz to classical.
When we got back to her dorm after the movie she also showed that she didn’t mind getting what she wanted. Standing outside the building I was contemplating if I should kiss her goodnight. As I did this she lightly gripped my elbows, pulled me closer and looked up at me, just waiting to be kissed … so I did. First just on the lips but then she put her arms around me and we opened our mouths and entwined our tongues. My head was spinning. I wanted her so bad. I wasn’t going to push the matter, however, as I was seriously into this girl and I didn’t want to screw it up.
We went out again on Saturday and started going to dinner together after our Wednesday class. Our kissing got progressivly longer after each date.
My dorm had an interesting long and narrow room in the front of the building with big windows that let the sun in during the day. It was a secluded part of the building — particularly at the far end — and was often deserted after dark. I lead her to the end and we sat together on one of the couches. We had the same idea and immediately embraced and started kissing. It wasn’t long that I — being fairly sure there was no one around — put my hand up her billowy blouse and finally got my first handful of bare naked breast. The feel of it was extraordinary. Her breasts were just big enough to have a nice weight that made playing with them a lot of fun.
After a bit she whispered in my ear, “please, suck on my nipples.” She pulled down her low-cut blouse exposing just enough so that I could do her bidding.
Then I got on my knees in front of her. She spread her knees apart so I could get closer. Not hearing anyone nearby I pulled up her blouse and sucked one tit and then the other. She slid down so that her ass was just on the edge of the couch. I let her blouse down and moved up so that I could kiss her. This also brought the bulge in my pants between her legs.
After kissing a few minutes I decided to go for it and pushed my bulge between her legs. I did it gently at first and she responded by rotating her pussy up into me. Responding to that encouragement I pushed my crotch into her and started rubbing up and down. I straightened up a bit and put my hands around her waist and we continued our slow, horizontal dance.
It was, by far, the closest I’d ever come to having sex. I’d pleasured myself hundreds of times before, however none of that was half as enjoyable as fully-clothed foreplay, between Kari’s legs. I looked down into her eyes and saw the same longing as I’m sure she saw in mine.
Suddenly, about 50 feet away, a group of students came through the front doors of the dorm. They didn’t see us in our dark corner but it was enough to scare a little sense into our heads.
We stayed there for about two hours alternating between talking, kissing and some light petting. We didn’t do any more dry humping.
I went back to my room and my roommate was there. I told him that I was going to take a shower. Fortunately no one took showers late in the evening so I was able to jerk myself off in private. All I had to do was replay in my mind sucking Kari’s tits and I was able to cum pretty fast.
Tomorrow, more of the story…
Friday, September 18, 2009
vasily zaitsev
Vasily grew up in Siberia, where he spent his early days working as a humble shepherd. For those of you unfamiliar with Siberia, let me take a moment to paint you a little mental image. First, picture the most desolate, inhospitable, unforgiving hellhole of a wasteland you could possibly imagine. Then times that by eleven, bury the entire godforsaken terrain underneath about fifteen feet of solid ice, top that off with a foot-thick layer of wet snow, drop the temperature to a level so ball-chillingly cold that your urine freezes mid-stream, and populate the entire landscape with man-eating bears. Siberia is like the unholy bastard child of Mordor and the North Pole – a place so remote and bitter that it makes up 80% of Russia’s landmass but only houses about 30% of its population. This vast disparity in size to population is generally because human beings aren’t fucking programmed to survive in an environment where the yearly average temperature is five degrees below zero and goddamned bears and tigers bite your appendages off every time you step foot outside of your shitty fur hut. While living in this region for any period longer than fifteen minutes might make the average person beg for the sweet release of death, it pretty much goes without saying that the indigenous people who hail from this region of the world are definitely not pussies.
Siberia in the midst of a July heat wave.
Vasily left his home and joined the Soviet army to take part in what the USSR referred to as “The Great Patriotic War.” He, like many Commie Pinko Russkies, was more than eager to defend his people and his civilization from the onslaught of the German Army and the douchebaggery of Adolph Hitler. Well, shit didn’t go quite as planned for Junior Lieutenant Zaitsev – instead of valiantly going down in flames while machinegunning never-ending waves of fascist Nazi stormtroopers to death from the cupola of a badass T-34 tank, he soon found himself sitting on a boat in the fucking Baltic Sea doing bullshit paperwork for the Russian Navy. This bit goat nuts, and it wasn’t long before he requested a transfer to front-line duty. He asked to be sent to assist in the tenacious defense of Stalingrad, a critical city along the Volga River and the site of an increasingly bloody conflict between the Nazis and the Soviets.
Just so that you can understand how fucking insane/badass it is that Zaitsev actually requested a transfer from the peaceful confines of his cushy desk job to the war-torn rubble of Stalingrad, here is a fun fact – the Battle of Stalingrad is the bloodiest single military action in human history. Roughly two million people were killed in the span of about eight months during the brutal fighting. This is like taking every single article posted on Wikipedia, transforming those articles into people, and then shooting them all in the face. And this guy volunteered to serve there. Of course, the Battle of Stalingrad was also the turning point of World War II, thanks in no small part to the balls-out actions of Vasily Zaitsev stealthily climbing through the blown-out buildings and rubble-strewn streets, eliminating high-ranking Nazi officers and NCOs one by one.
Upon his arrival in Stalingrad, Zaitsev grabbed his standard-issue Mosin-Nagant rifle and went to work as part of the Soviet 1047th Rifle Regiment. He made a name for himself pretty quickly, killing forty German soldiers over the course of ten days. Eventually he got his hands on a badass sniper rifle and started headshotting motherfuckers all over the place like an insane long-range version of “Whack-a-Mole”, wreaking so much havoc that the Germans actually dispatched their most badass sniper out from Berlin to take Zaitsev down. Vasily responded by instant-messaging a chunk of hot lead into the guy’s frontal lobe and stealing his telescopic sight as a trophy.
As the mad Russian killer’s body count crept towards the triple digits, Soviet High Command decided that he should go to work training more snipers in the badass art of hunting the most dangerous game. He set up a makeshift school in the heart of downtown Stalingrad, teaching a new cadre male and female soldiers in sniper tactics and giving them plenty of on-the-job training. He also started banging one of his students, a babe named Tania Chernova, so that’s something as well.
Zaitsev ran the school of hard knocks, where mistakes and slacking-off on your homework resulted in you getting your fucking balls shot off by a German machine gun. One time he gave his students orders to sit motionless in a destroyed warehouse all day and just watch the enemy through the scope of their rifles to study their movements and actions. Well, after a couple hours of this, Tania got impatient and opened fire on the German positions. The Nazis responded by shelling the warehouse with artillery and wiping out half of the entrenched snipers. She barely escaped with her life, and ran to tell Zaitsev what had happened. When he heard the story he said nothing, looked at her emotionlessly for a few seconds, and then fucking bitch-slapped her right in the face. Shit, if this guy was willing to do that to his own girlfriend, you can only imagine how tough he was on the students he wasn’t getting it on with.
The rigorous training paid off however, and Zaitsev turned out a hardcore cadre of snipers who went out and inflicted death on the Germans, terrorizing them to the point where the mere act of raising one’s head to survey the surroundings became a frightening prospect to many Nazi infantrymen. Vasily continued going nuts with his own rifle as well, recording a mind-destroyingly insane 242 confirmed kills in the span of four fucking months – including at least 11 German snipers. Tania notched another 80 dead bodies, and it’s generally accepted that the snipers trained by Zaitsev went on to kill thousands of enemy soldiers and snipers. The defenders of Stalingrad held the line, and the German Army was repulsed. It was the furthest the Nazis would reach in their offensive against the Soviet Union.
After Stalingrad, Vasily Zaitsev continued fighting the Fascists, pushing them out of the heart o the Soviet Union and chasing them all the way back to Germany. He got kind of fucked up when he stepped on a landmine at one point, but while most people would have called it quits after having the ass blown out of them, Zaitsev got right back into action as soon as the doctors cleared him for service. He marched with the Red Army all the way to Berlin.
Lieutenant Vasily Zaitsev was awarded the Gold Star of the Hero of the Soviet Union – the highest award for bravery offered by the USSR. After the war he ran an engineering school and a factory in the Ukraine, and lived to be 76 years old. He was a national hero, an expert marksman, and a badass sniper who voluntarily put himself into the middle of the deadliest warzone the planet has ever seen — and did his part to make the whole thing just a little deadlier for his enemies.
Faucet
So yeah, I’ve tried to leave it off the blog but it’s just getting too relevant to my story…I have a vanilla SO at home. I got home so wet and riled up from the little incident with Doug in the car that I couldn’t wait to get some more. I had this wild thought that maybe now since I’d had my fix of submission I might be able to use some of the tricks I’ve been learning on Neil. He’s been saying that he wishes I’m more aggressive, I just wasn’t sure I had it in me.
He must have had a nice dream because his cock was just begging for some attention when I came to bed. I put the tongue ring straight to work, but my soaking wet pussy had other ideas. Once the floodgates have been opened, I can’t stop them. I climbed on top of him and lost my mind, squirting over and over again. He loved the warm feeling of my juices running down his balls as I rode him. My hand moved to his neck and tugged his hair a bit but couldn’t really read his reaction, though he didn’t stop moaning or seem surprised or upset.
Sitting up straight, I put my hands behind my neck so that when he opened his eyes he saw my breasts bouncing beautifully. “I think I’m ready to take a more active role,” he said. I got on all fours and he took me from behind, still stimulating my g-spot so much that I can’t even recall the details, out of my mind with desire, is all I can say. Sometimes I get bored or tired after a half hour or so but this night I felt like I could go on forever.
He said he didn’t think he was going to be able to come and I begged, “Please don’t stop.” We flipped to missionary position and I had a really rocking clitoral orgasm. I asked him if he was losing feeling in his cock which sometimes happens when we have marathon sessions, he admitted that he was. So I decided to try something different. He couldn’t feel anything there so I’ll give him something else to feel. Now he was kind of beside and behind me so I dug my nails into his thigh as hard as I could. It had to hurt a lot but he didn’t protest. After a few minutes he said “Don’t stop digging your nails into me,” he said. So I did that for a little while longer, enjoying another squirt, and trying pulling his hair a bit more.
“Here get on your back again,” I said, climbing on him in reverse. I was too wet to keep him from sliding out so he started masturbating right over my ass. It felt so titillating, so objectifying, I almost squirted again without even being touched on my tender bits. He’s stick it inside me to get some more all natural lube and then keep going.
I wish I could find a way to convince him how beneficial polyamory is for our sex life. Right now I’m just trying to find him a girlfriend and maybe he’ll start to see the light. Then again it is probably better that I keep my lovers in secret because I would get much too wild if I had permission.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Penelope Cruz - How Bout a Brand New Nude Sex Scene?
This is a new nude scene Penelope did in a Spanish mvie called “Los Abrazos Rotos”. Damn what a great set on this girl……………
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Barack Obama calls Kanye West a "Jackass"
Further to Kanye West’s disrespectful interruption of Taylor Swift collecting her best female video award at at the MTV Video Music Awards (VMA’s), US President Barack Obama has described Kanye West as a Jackass just before a TV interview.
Obama said: “I thought it was inappropriate, it’s like she’s getting an award, why are you butting in?” Before adding: “The young lady seems like a perfectly nice person, she’s getting her award, what’s he doing up there? He’s a jackass”.
Listen to Barack Obama’s thoughts on Kanye West (being a jackass) and Taylor Swift (being a good person).
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Vampire Diaries Flashing T&A in Public
Four seriously hot young actresses from the CW show “The Vampire Diaries” were arrested after police that should have been chasing rapists and drug dealers said they were dangling off a Georgia overpass and flashing drivers.
You heard me right… not just one but several dumb asses actually called 911 on Aug. 22 to report seeing the young women flashing drivers on I-75 from the side of the Rumble Road overpass just north of Macon.
Deputies rushed right over when they hear teen girls were hanging and flashing from the Rumble Road Bridge. When the police arrived they found five females and a male standing on the bridge.
When informed of the complaints, the incredibly lucky guy that was with the girls (Shields) told the police that he was a photographer and was engaged in a photo shoot for a television show. One of the officers checked the cameras and found various images of the female actresses sitting, straddling and hanging on the bridge in various poses.
How messed up is it that? In a country where you can watch a show graphically and realistically depict a human being filleted alive on prime time television, fuck wad’s call the police on some young girls who just wanted to make their day. Seriously, instead of getting all offended and spazzing out, those drivers should have been honored.
The police should have ticketed the drivers for wasting their time. Instead dick head deputies arrested cameraman Tyler Shields, 27, and actresses, Nina Dobrev, 20, Sara Canning, 22, Kayla Ewell, 24, Krystal Vayda, 23, and Candice Accola, 22.
They were charged with disorderly conduct and released on bond.
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