I was just reading the blogs of my various friends and noticed that Andee Licious has the mind boggling hide to suggest that there is a time and place to stare at a womans chest. Is she trying to re-invent the wheel or something?
Let's get one thing straight: God put Mammaries(Tits) on women for the whole world to enjoy, thus it is the honour bound duty of the lucky woman who is carrying around these God entrusted assets, to display for the enjoyment of all the world in general, and men in particular.
It is no secret that I wish to die of asphyxiation ie. suffocation with my head stuck between a copious pair of tits. So for a man who has often contemplated suicide, why can't I check out a potential instrument to that end?
Should I be like a Trappist monk and walk around with my eyes staring at the ground,just to cater to the selfish whims of one person in society and all her sisters who walk around with them fully enclosed like a nun?
I saw a T shirt once that said "Hey, my eyes are up here" but who wants to look at a pair of beady, hostile eyes, when you can stare at the mysterious cleavage, the cavernous black hole that disappears into oblivion somewhere between a glorious pair of hooters; that glorious God given soft flesh on either side of the ravine. Everyones mind harks back to the days of when we were nurtured as a baby by natures milk bottles, of such an exquisite shape and texture that cannot be replicated by human hands
I repeat, God entrusted them(Tits) to women for all humanity to stare at and enjoy, so shape up Andee Licious and don't be mean and selfish, let us all stare and dribble at what is really public property and if you are lucky, I may just die in your arms!!

Why is it that most of the women here on nn who profess to be hot hot hot are between 30 and 40; most complain of an insatiable appetite for sex or more correctly, cock.
Men seem to be able to spread out there urges throughout their years of say 20 to 50, their sexual speedo runs at a constant pace and don't seem to feel the power surges or spikes that women do. I know from personal experience that my urges started to slow down at 55 and now they seem to be in reverse, or rather still doing 60 in the head but in reverse where it matters!
I think women peak at around 36, when they almost kill the poor hubby then when they go out shopping, take the electric toothbrush or the hairbrush just in case they need a gentle tweek while they are out. It is almost like taking a sort of emergency first aid kit with you, if you like.
I am more than happy that so many women are in that state of mind, it helps me concentrate on the serious business of perving

I listen to the ABC on radio(Australian Broadcasting Corporation) here because I hate the crap ads (up to 11 straight) on commercial radio and the drive time announcer did a survey of listeners of what they wore to bed.
A staggering 70% went to bed in the raw, another 18% went to bed in just a pair of panties or undies and just 12% wore pyjamas or a nightie. One man's house had caught fire during the night, he ran around ensuring his family and pets were out and then used his garden hose, until a policeman took him aside an hour later to remind him that he was still butt naked and offered him a blanket!
When I was younger, I loved the convenience of being starkers in bed; my wife used to sleep starkers too, but with her chronic arthritis, she wears a nightie, hops under the duna with the Air Con on full blast pumping cold air into the room.
I used enjoy, in a perverted sort of way, lodging my bare bum on the wet spot, then enjoying the smell of percolated cum first thing in the morning as I went for a piss and the fumes wafted up to the nose, then we would hop in the en-suite shower together and maybe have a quickie in there before work.
I wonder how many people wear undies during the day; I wear none or maybe a g string in the summer and cant stand the heat from the undies or the clammy feel of them, just to keep some fat arsed business man in business selling unwanted and un needed knickers; what a load of bullshit advertisers go on with trying to convince us it is clean and sanitary, Kittenmmm would like us to believe it is somewhere for men to leave skid marks, we wont discuss the battery acid that women leave in fork of their panties; this is for a later blog.
Since it is Indian tradition to have an open casket at the funeral, I have requested my wife to dress me in a nice black
g string, but by then it won't worry me anyway!
Don't try to buy my g strings, they are not for sale (I have 18 of them) Happy Monday

I used to smoke cigarettes, in fact 70 a day, I was so bad I used light one off the other; my wife went through two pregnancies inhaling cigarette smoke and hating every minute of it. Of course I had my head in the clouds, thought it was my democratic right to smoke and that was it.
I was shopping at the local shopping centre and spotted a 15foot half cabin boat(the good part) with a 90hp Chrysler(the crap part) on it for sale for about $7,000 and I approached the bank for a loan and the repayments were $26 per week. When I mentioned it to my wife, she said we couldn't afford it, so I said "If I give up smoking, can I buy the boat?" She said if I gave up smoking I could buy a helicopter!!
So the next day I threw all my smokes away and grought the boat home; my wife was waiting in the driveway as I proudly reversed it into our property. She had an axe in her hand
She said "I know what a gutless bastard you are, you have tried to give up smoking a hundred times and turned into a chickenshit an took it back up again in a couple of days; noe if I ever see you with a cigarette in your mouth again, I will put this axe right through right through that fucking boat"
That was over 30 years ago and I never had a smoke since. In the early days the craving was quite intense, but the accusation of being a 'gutless bastard' rang in my ears each time and the thought of my wife weilding the axe was not an option that appealed to me. After several years, we sold the boat and bought a 16 foot half cabin with a 90hp Johnson a superb machine by any standards.
Today, I hate the smell of cigarette smoke, in fact I get an instant headache from it asnd kissing a woman who smokes is like kissing a pile of horse shit!!

my mum used to say "you can watch a thief, but you can't watch a liar"
Auto, you have been accused by three very reputable and honest people of telling lies, so in my book, you are finished. I watched on Chatroom tonight and you are an embarassment, people were openly ignoring you, so you have got your just desserts!!

It is allways downputting when you are reminded about your location in the food chain. My wifeis away in a luxurious holiday resort in Queensland, looking after our grandson while the younger daughter attends a conference. I ring her daily to touch base with her and you would expect an immediate response of a warm greeting.
Not so, "How are the dog, the cat and the goldfish, did you feed them last night, have they got clean water" is the usual introduction to the conversation. Then we move onto the dishes, did I put the vacuum cleaner through the house in case someone comes.
It must be great to be in the seat of power, I don't know because I have never been there, not in the whole 37 years of our marriage. I rang yesterday and she had poolside lunch supplied, sunbaking and chatting to other motel guests.
Being a person who has allways avoided domestic arguements, the day I got married, I was walking down the main street in Suva and said, that if there needed to be a boss of the house, she could be it, if we had a disagreement, she would be right and I would be wrong - peace at any price.
The reply was "To think I have just married a gutless bastard who won't stand up for himself"!!
I go to putty when I see a woman cry or the myriad of emotional antics in the arsenal women have to win an arguement.
And yes, I have fed, the dog, the cat and the goldfish

I spend a fair bit of time in chat, sending pms, blogging and sending pics to interested friends and one theme remains the same, keep it as fun. It is there for our enjoyment, for us to entertain ourselves and inform us of the wellbeing of our friends; When Grace was not well enough to post blogs, I became quiet distressed and checked with my friends to see if they had heard anything. As it turned out, she blogged when the time was right for her and we all heaved a sigh of relief.
The part that irritates me is that some persons like to try to take the high moral ground whilst sending crap to decent posters under assumed names or else make disgusting remarks to people who post pics. If you dont like the pic, move on or try to say something positive, but nobody likes negative lowlifes who are only here to hurt others. It seems the sick morons are everywhere and a porn site seems like a magnet to this type of scum, so my message is, if you have the brains to string two words together, just go away and leave the site to good decent folk who like to post either pics or blog for the entertainment of their friends

If you came from outerspace and landed near a candy store, would a man choose one shaped like a pussy?
The first time I saw a pussy, I was shit scared, I thought it was another mouth, complete with teeth! and all that hair! God help me, arent they an ugly, brooding sort of thing?, just staring at the ground in a sullen sort of way, waiting to be fed, as I later found out, as they are just a bit far off the ground to eat grass, so they rely on the males in our society to fulfill that function. Some look lean, mean and hungry and those are the ones that are neglected I suppose. The ones on a diet are the ones that only have a glass or plastic imitation that passes between the gates. The ones that look sad on the outside but are happy on the inside shed tears of joy, up to sometimes nine times a day I read as late as yesterday.!!
Women have told me the ugliest thing on Gods earth is a mans appendage swaying on the trot, but at least they are there for all to see, not furtively hiding between a pair of thighs, just spying on the world, quietly taking it all in and storing it all up. Why has it taken me this long to rationalise these things of groundbreaking significance.?

I was in chat tonight and some guy said about a girl who had just left "I wonder if she has pmt?" and it stunned me for a second because people say "I wonder how his blood sugar is?" which has to be like the male equivalent for those afflicted with diabetes, as I am. If my family think I am acting strange or said something different than what is expected, it is that quick fix, let's-slot-him-in-there sort of syndrome, I have often heard women say that if men had periods, then the world would be a totally different place and I am inclined to agree. I had a four day holiday, four days after my wedding 37 years ago and I still remember it as if it were yesterday.
Why can't men and women say something, do something different without being branded with a quick fix excuse like pmt or a Hypo; why can't we all have an off day and be treated as normal?
I had some of those pills women take (by mistake) for a toothache and I was asleep for 2 days and couldn't feel the tooth for a week after. Fellas, lets be a bit fair to the ladies, they have enough to put up with without unthinking people putting shit on them and slotting them into a box

has gone on the battleship grey United Airlines this morning. I am going to miss her heaps! she is a widow, since the day she got married, she could never cook, she got cooked rice out of a can and that is pretty bad, in fact worse than me. She has always been a nature lover, never drank a sip of alcohol, so she always felt the same at lunch as she did first thing in the morning, which is pretty boring when you think about it.
After having a bout with breast cancer, she had twins and I can say with certainty, they are both fine examples of young Americans - kind, caring and considerate and what more do you want?