…well, I don’t flirt with women or children: so technically, not with anyone.
I’m a naturally happy/flirty person, so you dislike me for that fact, Nano-B - I can’t see the logic in that, but then again: we’re not all here to be liked/not every-one will like an amicable person, just for the mere fact that they are amicable…
I could be derogatory to you if you like? would that do it for you, huh, Nano only thing is… I’m not that way inclined!
WTF? “good clean fun” … BO-ring. If I can’t wallow in the mud like the hairy boar hog that I am, it’s like going to a church social … screw that noise.
Not to mention that’s a horrible oxymoron … fun is found in the dirty gritty details; hog troughing, cow tipping, beer swilling, crude man in the forest in a loin cloth that’s seen far too many days away from the washer kind of way.
Anything less is … blech … “civilised” … and who wants that shit?
kaz you aren’t seriously asking what 34:26:34 means are you?
Gads fella, you need to come pay me a visit, I can enlighten you to the nature of a few things regarding the female of the species.
If Magsj the Magji is being completely honest, which we will never likely know:
34 breasts ~ “very nice, but not more than one can handle equitably, and not an encumbrance to vigorous activities.”
26 waist ~ “provides that most historical bell curve framework that has been admired throughout history as perfectly feminine.”
34 hips ~ “Elicits the sounds of a Ferrari V-12 behind bedroom doors. May be the direct cause of a male missing a consecutive number of days of work, eventual unemployment, constant trips to the vitamin store and repeated appointments with the orthopedic doctor for back problems.”
Physically kaz, she’s definitely running all 12 cylinders under the hood, in comparison to our 3 cylinder Yugo’s with a flat tire, oil leak, torched clutch and water pump failure. Essentially, out of our league, but drooling is still acceptable, as is oogling, mild groping, insinuations, overtures, innuendos and outright requests for “taking it out in trade”. **Warning: The Following are not acceptable, at any time, under any conditions: groveling, weeping, moaning, sobbing, begging, lap dogging, sniveling, wearing any clothing that can be considered as part of the pink/purple/mauve/fuscia/magenta/peach/purple color spectrum regions, speaking with a lisp, etc.
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:-" he never got sacked, and his back was just fine!
…I have experienced all of the above, myself but wouldn’t think a guy weak for it: it’s just humans being humans, and I have done my fair share of drooling, ogling, mild groping, insinuations, overtures, innuendos, wearing pink/purple/mauve/fuscia/magenta/peach/purple, and being in possession of a mild stammer when nervous: most evident in my teens (but no lisp).
Magsj is tops, you do have to watch out for those little spines she throws out when you overstep. They are subtle and very well thrown, quite the challenge =D>