Foolishness since 2007

Foolishness since 2007
Foolishness since 2007

Saturday, October 21, 2017

It's Saturday

Warning - A No Wuss Zone



Who needs SNL?
We watched SNL in its first years. Then it was no longer fun for us. Did we change? Did it change? Now it seems that people rely on late night TV to arbitrate things like Weinstein. Some wag wrote:
Saturday Night Live finally got around to addressing the Harvey Weinstein scandal a week after it broke and seemed to atone by spending ample time on it.
I could care less about Weinstein, that sort of stuff has been going on since Hollywood got started. I regret he did not try it with Bacall. Snicker
It's sad to me, that anyone expects or needs SNL to comment on it.



Speech codes are written by the oppressor to shut up the oppressed.  Progressives are making a huge mistake in opposing free speech - speech they do not want to hear. When you don't have a counter-argument, I suppose putting your hands over your ears and screaming is your only choice of rebuttal.

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Meme

Marriages – One 

Proposals – One
 
Divorces – Zero
 
Surgeries – Had some moles removed
 
Tattoos – Never

Piercings – None

Education – M.Econ

Military  – USN

Have You Ever:

Shot a gun – From early childhood to last week

Quit a job – Several

Been on TV – Several times. I am a ham. Also hosted radio shows.

Fallen in love – Many times in lust. Once in love.

Driven cross country – Over a dozen times

Hit a deer – Nope

Watched a birth – No

Ridden in an ambulance – No, unlike on TV, few are allowed to ride in the bus.

Sung karaoke – No, never

Ice skated – No, can't roller skate either

Been surfing – Tried it

Seen the ocean – The Atlantic and Pacific many times. Sailed on both.

Ridden a horse - Yes. They hate me.

Almost died – Bacall thought I was goner a few years back.

Been punched – Yes

Punched back – Yes

Interests – Travel and spanking. We combine them.

Are you:

In love now – Absolutely! 

Daily Routine – Up at 5:30, surf for an hour, breakfast, a few chores, lunch, play bridge, by 5 I am in my Lazy Boy surfing, watching Netflix, normally asleep by 9:30. 

Monday, October 16, 2017

Callipygous Bottoms


It's been over a year since I did a post of women with callipygous bottoms.

Callipygian. adj. "of, pertaining to, or having beautiful buttocks," 1800, Latinized from Greek kallipygos, name of a statue of Aphrodite at Syracuse, from kalli-, combining form of kallos "beauty" + pyge "rump, buttocks."

And dear readers you will only see these pictures here.








Saturday, October 14, 2017

On This Saturday


Warning

If you lean left, move on, this is not for you. I know I can not change your mind and I have no desire to piss you off.








 PS This is not an AK47, but you knew that










Friday, October 13, 2017

Desire

With all the reports of celebrity body parts being grabbed, I thought I would post that sometimes, some women want to be grabbed.


From the bottom of my heart, please know,
that I'd appreciate being slammed against a wall with your hand down my pants and your breath against my neck saying that I am yours and only yours.




How about a little humor.





Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Bacall's Songs

Regular readers know that Bacall and I are both Alpha types. We can't spell submissive. Want to know where Bacall's mind is on leadership in a relationship? If it's possible, to sum up her outlook in a song, then these two might do it. She will not tolerate being told what to do. No one owns her.

Nor will she tolerate a wimpy guy.

She wants a gentleman. Not a man to boss her around, but one who will spank her when she wants it. And she always lets me know when she wants it.

You Don't Own Me

You don't own me
I'm not just one of your many toys
You don't own me
Don't say I can't go with other boys
And don't tell me what to do
Don't tell me what to say
And please, when I go out with you
Don't put me on display 'cause
You don't own me
Don't try to change me in any way
You don't own me
Don't tie me down 'cause I'd never stay
I don't tell you what to say
I don't tell you what to do
So just let me be myself
That's all I ask of you
I'm young and I love to be young
I'm free and I love to be free
To live my life the way I want
To say and do whatever I please
And don't tell me what to do
Oh,
Johnny Get Angry
Johnny, I said we were through
Just to see what you would do
You stood there and hung your head
Made me wish that I were dead
Oh, Johnny get angry, Johnny get mad
Give me the biggest lecture I ever had
I want a brave man, I want a cave man
Johnny, show me that you care, really care for me
Every time you danced with me
You let Freddy cut in constantly
When he'd ask, you'd never speak
Must you always be so meek?
Every girl wants someone who
She can always look up to
You know I love you, of course
Let me know that you're the boss
Johnny, get angry, Johnny
Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny