Once upon a time, there was this girl who had a blog. She wrote and she wrote and she wrote, and one day, visited the blog of a boy. The girl made a comment to one of his entries which intriqued the boy, causing him to find her blog so that he could find out more about her.
What he found was very nice, and the boy decided to make her blog a daily stop on his way to the market to get goodies.
The end.
=)
Although, you should have tipped the whole thing sideways, since those tits are so big there’s no way a self-respecting ASCII woman could stand up straight with those. Yowza!
“Implants for a day”? Small and real is better than big and fake. I really don’t understand why some women go for the grotesquely huge implants. More is NOT always better!
You guys hit it on the head with that…
Hypothetically, if I were to go to, say, a topless bar, and a girl with a small chest were to dance for us, I would hypothetically tip her for not caving in to the ridiculous notion that all guys like a huge fake chest. Hypothetically, of course, ’cause I don’t go to those places.
REALLY!
Yes it was… wow… talk about tangents.
Okay… Story Part Two.
Once upon a time, a boy with a blog was visiting the girl’s blog, when he noticed that her writings and entries were very well written, eloquent, and touching. They were open and honest. These were just the kinds of things the boy with a blog liked to see.
The boy with the blog vowed to himself to return over and over again to read everything she had to say, and to leave his silly little comments where he could, all the while knowing that in the end, it was probably for naught. Why would his comments truly be important?
The boy with the blog then put those thoughts aside, and continued to read the girl with the blog’s blog. It was better than reading his own…
The End.
=)
Once upon a time, there was this girl who had a blog. She wrote and she wrote and she wrote, and one day, visited the blog of a boy. The girl made a comment to one of his entries which intriqued the boy, causing him to find her blog so that he could find out more about her.
What he found was very nice, and the boy decided to make her blog a daily stop on his way to the market to get goodies.
The end.
=)
i like that story! gimme more! =)
and don’t forget the senseless violence and gratuitous nudity!
I prefer senseless nudity, myself.
AAAHHHH IT DIDN’T WORK RIGHT!!!!
=(
that’s okay. i think we got the picture. =P
ummm… you know, you could get rid of it for me… so I won’t look TOTALLY stupid… ;-)
how about i fix it for you, instead? ;)
Good one, Daisy!!
Although, you should have tipped the whole thing sideways, since those tits are so big there’s no way a self-respecting ASCII woman could stand up straight with those. Yowza!
i wish i could get “implants for a day”. just a pair of big, bouncing, bouyant boobies i could slip into when i’m feeling a little dolly parton.
me too
umm, yeah.
Thanks for fixing my.. umm…. artwork. LOL!
*backing away slowly from andy*
*yelps as she bumps into edge*
(looking around the room, trying to appear as innocent as possible while pulling his hand away from heather’s backside)
*ahem*
“Implants for a day”? Small and real is better than big and fake. I really don’t understand why some women go for the grotesquely huge implants. More is NOT always better!
i agree — i’ve always been a “one-handful” kinda guy. :)
*looks down*
You guys hit it on the head with that…
Hypothetically, if I were to go to, say, a topless bar, and a girl with a small chest were to dance for us, I would hypothetically tip her for not caving in to the ridiculous notion that all guys like a huge fake chest. Hypothetically, of course, ’cause I don’t go to those places.
REALLY!
suuuuure! i’ve heard that one before. ;)
by the way, wasn’t this supposed to be story time, not boobie central?
Yes it was… wow… talk about tangents.
Okay… Story Part Two.
Once upon a time, a boy with a blog was visiting the girl’s blog, when he noticed that her writings and entries were very well written, eloquent, and touching. They were open and honest. These were just the kinds of things the boy with a blog liked to see.
The boy with the blog vowed to himself to return over and over again to read everything she had to say, and to leave his silly little comments where he could, all the while knowing that in the end, it was probably for naught. Why would his comments truly be important?
The boy with the blog then put those thoughts aside, and continued to read the girl with the blog’s blog. It was better than reading his own…
The End.
=)