CHANGED MY MIND ON THE PICTURE I WAS GOING TO USE TONIGHT... WILL SAVE IT FOR THE WEEKEND. HOPE YOU FIND THIS PIC INTERESTING. SO CAP AWAY FOLKS AND HAVE FUN...
WINNERS...
Thanks for the chance to judge again, but I would have liked a prettier picture!
Honorable Mention goes to Sabre419: Dammit Dave! Nor more pictures of you and your sister on your trip to Texas!!! (this edged out the Cialis one)
Dishonorable Mention to Celiac1063: All visitors welcome. (I shudder as I laugh)
Bronze to lizardladyfla: I hear there's White Crappie in the Reservoir, big ones. (good way to have a small appetite at dinner)
Silver to jimbobalouie: Later she got busted for 100 lbs. of crack. (better if it was behind bars)
Gold to Emma: You have to look at it twice to see it once. (an awful eyeful!)
WINNERS...
Thanks for the chance to judge again, but I would have liked a prettier picture!
Honorable Mention goes to Sabre419: Dammit Dave! Nor more pictures of you and your sister on your trip to Texas!!! (this edged out the Cialis one)
Dishonorable Mention to Celiac1063: All visitors welcome. (I shudder as I laugh)
Bronze to lizardladyfla: I hear there's White Crappie in the Reservoir, big ones. (good way to have a small appetite at dinner)
Silver to jimbobalouie: Later she got busted for 100 lbs. of crack. (better if it was behind bars)
Gold to Emma: You have to look at it twice to see it once. (an awful eyeful!)
TWIN BUTTES... ISN'T THAT IDA HO... JUST WANTED TO GIVE Y'ALL A DAYS NOTICE. GOING HARD CORE TOMORROW NIGHT... LOVE ASS BUT THERE'S A GREAT BIG WONDERFULL RAUNCHY WORLD OUT THERE AND IM GONNA THROW SOMETHING NEW OUT.
XXX, 18 OR OLDER, NO WEAK HEARTS... BUT TODAY
LETS SEE WHAT WE CAN DO WITH THIS ONE...
GET ALONG CHILLUN, Y'ALL GO OUT AND CAP.
STRO SEZ... THE WINNERS ARE...
Bronze: lizardladyfla
Everyone is pulling out of Cuba.
Silver: drwho
Fidel has one hell of an Adam's Apple.
Gold: Goner
Just begging for a missile crisis.
XXX, 18 OR OLDER, NO WEAK HEARTS... BUT TODAY
LETS SEE WHAT WE CAN DO WITH THIS ONE...
GET ALONG CHILLUN, Y'ALL GO OUT AND CAP.
STRO SEZ... THE WINNERS ARE...
Bronze: lizardladyfla
Everyone is pulling out of Cuba.
Silver: drwho
Fidel has one hell of an Adam's Apple.
Gold: Goner
Just begging for a missile crisis.
AS FREUD SAID, "SOMETIMES A CIGAR IS JUST A CIGAR."
BUT IN THIS CASE IM NOT SO SURE, CAUSE AN EL PRESIDENTE IS NOT JUST ANY OL CIGAR... YOU TELL ME. CAP YOUR NAUGHTY LITTLE MINDS AWAY.
WINNERS, 17COOKIES SEZ..
Thank you for the honor to judge today's contest and sorry for the delay. STRO32, i pass the stick off to you.
1st Place stro32 : Does she have to tell me, 'No, not there.' twice? - i can't even count how many times my girlfriend has had to tell me that.
2nd Place lizardladyfla : She's twice ass nice as my last girlfriend,butt she was just stringing me along. - I love the play on words about a girl that would totally lead a guy on.
3rd Place jimbobalouie - Winner of the tri-ass-a-thong! - i just keep hearing Seal in my head giving out the trophy for this event.
Honorable mention snyetha - She's very forgiving, there's always another cheek to turn. - just makes me giggle.
BUT IN THIS CASE IM NOT SO SURE, CAUSE AN EL PRESIDENTE IS NOT JUST ANY OL CIGAR... YOU TELL ME. CAP YOUR NAUGHTY LITTLE MINDS AWAY.
WINNERS, 17COOKIES SEZ..
Thank you for the honor to judge today's contest and sorry for the delay. STRO32, i pass the stick off to you.
1st Place stro32 : Does she have to tell me, 'No, not there.' twice? - i can't even count how many times my girlfriend has had to tell me that.
2nd Place lizardladyfla : She's twice ass nice as my last girlfriend,butt she was just stringing me along. - I love the play on words about a girl that would totally lead a guy on.
3rd Place jimbobalouie - Winner of the tri-ass-a-thong! - i just keep hearing Seal in my head giving out the trophy for this event.
Honorable mention snyetha - She's very forgiving, there's always another cheek to turn. - just makes me giggle.
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you
ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing...
It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive...
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain! I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it...
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human...
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy...
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes!" ...
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children...
It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back...
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away...
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments...
I want to know who you are...
It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive...
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain! I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it...
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human...
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy...
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes!" ...
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children...
It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back...
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away...
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments...
I want to know who you are...
MISSED Y'ALL LAST COUPLE OF DAYS, SO FOR A MAKE UP, I DECIDED TO DOUBLE YOUR PLEASURE FOR TODAY. SO SEE WHAT YOU CAN DO TO DOUBLE YOUR CAPTIONS. CAP AWAY FOLKS...
WINNERS, CHRISTOPHER7 SEZ...
here is my choosings for the very disturbing little piggy pic:
First of all, thank you SNYTHEA for my powers and special abilities. I now have the award giving abilities of ten men! And with this power, I must judge the following-
1st place: 17cookies : All he does is roll around in grass and spit.
2nd place: WILLIBOY : PIGGY SPERM BANK
3rd place: narado : It's circumcised, yet not Kosher. How ironic!
Gasp! My powers...slowly starting to fade! So weak ...must replenish my strength...carry on, 17cookies...carry on!
WINNERS, CHRISTOPHER7 SEZ...
here is my choosings for the very disturbing little piggy pic:
First of all, thank you SNYTHEA for my powers and special abilities. I now have the award giving abilities of ten men! And with this power, I must judge the following-
1st place: 17cookies : All he does is roll around in grass and spit.
2nd place: WILLIBOY : PIGGY SPERM BANK
3rd place: narado : It's circumcised, yet not Kosher. How ironic!
Gasp! My powers...slowly starting to fade! So weak ...must replenish my strength...carry on, 17cookies...carry on!
I POST THIS AS A CAPTION ON THE U.K SITE TODAY.... IT WAS ONE OF TWO.... IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO HAVE SOME FUN WITH OUR BRITISH BROTHERS, GO TO U.K. FUNNY VIDEOS AT BOTTOM OF PAGE.
FOUND... SENSE OF HUMOR. FOUND LOST AND SICK IN THE DUNGEON OF U.S. FOD...
PRESUMED BRITISH, HAS TATTOO OF UNION JACK OVER HEART, AND A VERY NICE LIKENESS OF A NUDE MARGARET THATCHER ON LEFT CHECK OF ASS.
SENSE OF HUMOR (SOH) SEEMS SICKLY AND EXHIBITS THE FOLLOWING SYMPTOMS;
PROTRUDING GUMS (DUE TO A STIFF UPPER LIP), BAD TEETH, VERY DEHYDRATED (DRY), DEMENSIA ( CANT REMEMBER PUNCHLINES), LAUGHS AT INAPPROPRIATE TIMES, LIKES TO CAPTION THE EVENING WEATHER REPORTS, ESPECIALLY SNOW.
ALSO HAS PECULIAR EATING HABITS. WHEN HUNGRY ASKS FOR JOINTS (WE SMOKE THOSE IN THIS COUNTRY), BUBBLE AND SQEEK (???), KIPPERS (?) SHEPHERDS PIE ( WE DISCOURAGE CANNIBALISM ) SCOTCH EGGS ( COULD NOT FIND A SCOTTISH WOMAN WILLING TO GIVE HERS UP), BANGERS AND MASH ( TO US, THATS A REDNECK NEW YAERS EVE PARTY). SO I MADE IT SOME SCAMBLED EGGS COVERED WITH TABASCO SAUCE, CHICKEN FRIED STEAK, GRITS, COLLARDS AND CORN DOGGERS. IDIOT WOULDNT EAT... WELL IF SOH WANTS LIVE IT WILL, ALTHOUGH I WOULDNT EAT THAT CRAP COLD MYSELF, AND IM NOT GOING TO WARM IT UP AGAIN.
SOH KEPT ASKING FOR FAGS AND A LUGH AND A JOKE, SO I FOUND SOME HILARIOUS RICHARD SIMMONS VIDEOS, HOWEVER SOH BECAME ANGRY. ONE OF OUR
CANADIAN FRIENDS TOLD US HE WAS USING A QUAINT COLLOQUILISM KNOW AS COCKNEY SLANG (HUH HUH, SHE SAID COCK) THAT STOOD FOR CIGARETTES. ALTHOUGH FOD COMMENDS THE USE OF DRUGS AND ALCHOHOL, IT PROHIBITS SMOKING. BUT BEING THE ALPHA MALE AT FOD I USED MY PULL AND WE GOT HIM SOME "FAGS". NEXT MORNING HE WAS FOUND IN THE MENS ROOM AND HAVING TAKEN THE TOBBACO OUT OF THE CIGS, IT WAS RE-ROLLING THEM USING TOILET PAPER. SPEAKING OF TOILET FASCILITIES, WHICH HE CALLS THE LOO, WE CANT MAKE IT STOP URINATING IN PUBLIC.
SOH IS NOT VERY SMART EITHER. WE HAD TO DUCT TAPE HIM TO HIS CHAIR DURING THE SUPERBOWL... HE KEPT YELLING HE WANTED TO WATCH FOOTBALL. WE TRIED TO SHOW HIM VIDEOS OF BENNY HILL AND MONTY PYTHON TO CHEER HIM UP BUT HE JUST KEPT YELLING "FAULTY TOWERS" (?) WE TRIED TO EXPLAIN TO HIM THAT THESE VIDEOS WERE DISKS, AND NOT TRANSMITTED, BUT HE DINT SEEM TO UNDERSTAND.
SOH IS BECOMING MORE SICKLY BY THE DAY, AT NIGHT IN HIS SLEEP HE YELLS "WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO ERIC BRISTOW, I LOVE THE OLD "CRAFTY COCKNEY".
THEN HE MUMBLES SOMETHING ABOUT GOING TO KNIGHTS BRIDGE AND STANDING UNDER THE GLASS CROSSOVER (?). SOH IS VERY DEPRESSED AND HE'S STARTING TO BRING US DOWN.
PLEASE... PLEASE COME AND CLAIM YOUR SENSE OF HUMOR, WE ARE REALLY WORRIED ABOUT IT, AND DOES NOT FUNCTION WELL IN OUR SOCIETY. IF YOU DONT COME TO CLAIM IT, AND SOH DIES, I WILL BILL YOU FOR THE FUNERAL.
SO IF YOU DONT GET IT... WE DONT WANT THE WANKER ( SOH SEEMS TO CALL EVERYTHING BY THIS NAME ) AND WILL NOT BE HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR ITS FUTURE, SAFETY, HEALTH, OR HAPPINESS...
YOURS, IN THE HUMOR YOU DONT SEEM TO GET,
PHUKUHP
FOUND... SENSE OF HUMOR. FOUND LOST AND SICK IN THE DUNGEON OF U.S. FOD...
PRESUMED BRITISH, HAS TATTOO OF UNION JACK OVER HEART, AND A VERY NICE LIKENESS OF A NUDE MARGARET THATCHER ON LEFT CHECK OF ASS.
SENSE OF HUMOR (SOH) SEEMS SICKLY AND EXHIBITS THE FOLLOWING SYMPTOMS;
PROTRUDING GUMS (DUE TO A STIFF UPPER LIP), BAD TEETH, VERY DEHYDRATED (DRY), DEMENSIA ( CANT REMEMBER PUNCHLINES), LAUGHS AT INAPPROPRIATE TIMES, LIKES TO CAPTION THE EVENING WEATHER REPORTS, ESPECIALLY SNOW.
ALSO HAS PECULIAR EATING HABITS. WHEN HUNGRY ASKS FOR JOINTS (WE SMOKE THOSE IN THIS COUNTRY), BUBBLE AND SQEEK (???), KIPPERS (?) SHEPHERDS PIE ( WE DISCOURAGE CANNIBALISM ) SCOTCH EGGS ( COULD NOT FIND A SCOTTISH WOMAN WILLING TO GIVE HERS UP), BANGERS AND MASH ( TO US, THATS A REDNECK NEW YAERS EVE PARTY). SO I MADE IT SOME SCAMBLED EGGS COVERED WITH TABASCO SAUCE, CHICKEN FRIED STEAK, GRITS, COLLARDS AND CORN DOGGERS. IDIOT WOULDNT EAT... WELL IF SOH WANTS LIVE IT WILL, ALTHOUGH I WOULDNT EAT THAT CRAP COLD MYSELF, AND IM NOT GOING TO WARM IT UP AGAIN.
SOH KEPT ASKING FOR FAGS AND A LUGH AND A JOKE, SO I FOUND SOME HILARIOUS RICHARD SIMMONS VIDEOS, HOWEVER SOH BECAME ANGRY. ONE OF OUR
CANADIAN FRIENDS TOLD US HE WAS USING A QUAINT COLLOQUILISM KNOW AS COCKNEY SLANG (HUH HUH, SHE SAID COCK) THAT STOOD FOR CIGARETTES. ALTHOUGH FOD COMMENDS THE USE OF DRUGS AND ALCHOHOL, IT PROHIBITS SMOKING. BUT BEING THE ALPHA MALE AT FOD I USED MY PULL AND WE GOT HIM SOME "FAGS". NEXT MORNING HE WAS FOUND IN THE MENS ROOM AND HAVING TAKEN THE TOBBACO OUT OF THE CIGS, IT WAS RE-ROLLING THEM USING TOILET PAPER. SPEAKING OF TOILET FASCILITIES, WHICH HE CALLS THE LOO, WE CANT MAKE IT STOP URINATING IN PUBLIC.
SOH IS NOT VERY SMART EITHER. WE HAD TO DUCT TAPE HIM TO HIS CHAIR DURING THE SUPERBOWL... HE KEPT YELLING HE WANTED TO WATCH FOOTBALL. WE TRIED TO SHOW HIM VIDEOS OF BENNY HILL AND MONTY PYTHON TO CHEER HIM UP BUT HE JUST KEPT YELLING "FAULTY TOWERS" (?) WE TRIED TO EXPLAIN TO HIM THAT THESE VIDEOS WERE DISKS, AND NOT TRANSMITTED, BUT HE DINT SEEM TO UNDERSTAND.
SOH IS BECOMING MORE SICKLY BY THE DAY, AT NIGHT IN HIS SLEEP HE YELLS "WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO ERIC BRISTOW, I LOVE THE OLD "CRAFTY COCKNEY".
THEN HE MUMBLES SOMETHING ABOUT GOING TO KNIGHTS BRIDGE AND STANDING UNDER THE GLASS CROSSOVER (?). SOH IS VERY DEPRESSED AND HE'S STARTING TO BRING US DOWN.
PLEASE... PLEASE COME AND CLAIM YOUR SENSE OF HUMOR, WE ARE REALLY WORRIED ABOUT IT, AND DOES NOT FUNCTION WELL IN OUR SOCIETY. IF YOU DONT COME TO CLAIM IT, AND SOH DIES, I WILL BILL YOU FOR THE FUNERAL.
SO IF YOU DONT GET IT... WE DONT WANT THE WANKER ( SOH SEEMS TO CALL EVERYTHING BY THIS NAME ) AND WILL NOT BE HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR ITS FUTURE, SAFETY, HEALTH, OR HAPPINESS...
YOURS, IN THE HUMOR YOU DONT SEEM TO GET,
PHUKUHP
