This pic goes out to "Alan" who has sent me no less than fifteen emails begging for more upskirt photos. Here ya go buddy, hot hot hot upskirt action just for you.
When you quit drinking, time moves slowly
The first year is like when you're a kid in a pool
And someone is holding you under the water
You finally break free and gasp for air
The second year
You vow never to let that happen to you again
And you realize
The person holding you under the water
And a few special requests;
If you havn't been there yet, Mike at Box of Slides has a wonderful site.
I have to make a decision about something this weekend but I really can't decide one way or the other.
I'm going to leave it up to you guys.
Without knowing what it is, whats your gut say?
Should I do it or not?
As International Talk Like a Pirate Day winds down, I present you with a pirate upskirt.
"The peace symbol (☮) was designed and completed February 21, 1958 by Gerald Holtom, a commercial designer and artist in Britain. He had been commissioned by the Campaign for Nuclear Disarmament to design a symbol for use at an Easter march to Canterbury Cathedral in protest against the Atomic Weapons Research Establishment at Aldermaston in England."
In America, its use was first documented in November of 1958.
Remember ladies, the keys to a happy life are some white go-go boots, a mini-bike and a cel phone.
He walks into the bedroom with his camera.
You ask "Why the camera?".
He says "I want some pictures of you."
You're young and also an artist.
"They're only for me. No one will ever see them"
You smile and lay back.
The camera clicks.
Over and over.
I got these from a guy at the flea market who was making a big deal out of showing everyone "Dis naked chick here". I looked the photos he was selling and saw it was some Wicker Park artbabe just having fun with her boyfriend. They were happy and in love. You could tell by their eyes. There were at least a hundred photos and most are much more revealing than the one I posted. Right then, the guy selling them called over some of his friends "Hey Eddie, Steve ya gotta see dis, check out the naked broad". I felt bad for the girl in the pictures. The flea market goons were about to be drooling over her body. I asked the guy how much. he said "For all of them? Fifty bucks." I bought the whole pile of photos and put them in my bag. Eddie and Steve came over and asked to see the pics. I told them "She wouldn't like that". They both kinda stared at me for a minute and then Steve said "Ron you're fucking weird, you know that."
From an old Oscar Mayer booklet titled CookOut Fun.
The Cave of Caerbannog
So, I'm listening to the John Roberts supreme court confirmation hearings and I'm having a hard time telling if it's really a congressional hearing or an episode of NPR's
"Wait Wait - Don't Tell Me".
And then the power outage in L.A. knocked Bighappy offline for hours and hours.
A few people emailed asking for more info about the photo "jen". Here's the backside of the photo. It may be in German.
At the flea market today I found many wonderful things. It's the stuff antique dealers die for. An Eames Aluminum Group chair, a piece of Van Briggle pottery, some hunting magazines from the 1920s. But of all the great finds today, this crappy embroidered pillow it the best damned thing (to me) of all. This is why I'll never be rich.
I am a man with questionable taste.
So, I'm driving down the expressway last week and some doofus is riding about an foot off my bumper. I look in the rear view mirror and see it's some yuppie in a red jeep. He looks really agitated at the fact he can"t get around me. (even though I'm doing 70 in the middle lane) He decides to get even closer. Me, I'm thinking about how much fun it's going to be when I tap the brakes and he has to stop in a panic. At the same time, I get a crick in my neck and move my head towards my left shoulder and then towards my right (like you're trying to crack your neck or something). I look back in the mirror and mr. yuppie has backed off a few car lengths. I totally expected him to still be riding my bumper. Weird. I wonder to myself if the neck thing had anything to do with it so I try it on the next tailgater. He backs off as well. It's worked everytime I've done it and I just don't understand it. Will someone else give this a shot and let me know if it works for you. It's freaking me out man.
In the meantime, here's some kids with cans.
The Nixon School Safety Patrol was there to enforce the rules.
Only the best and brightest students were given for the honor of wearing the yellow sash.
The sash of authority.
It was with much pride that they gathered on a March day in 1957.
For the photo that would show the world.
Who they were.
The chosen few.
The enforcers of all that was right in the world.
The keepers of order.
Everyone would see.
The quiet strength and dignity.
Of the honored few.
There was just one problem.
My cousin Kathy
The coolest chick on the planet.
Jesus, someone help me.
I've had Charlie Rich's "Behind Closed Doors" stuck in my head all day.
I've added Modest Needs.org to the links.
They do wonderful things.
I found a girls diary at the flea market.
I can't decide if I should post it or not.
It's kinda depressing.