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Jay: Hello, Sweetheart. What do you look like?
Sweetheart: I am wearing a red silk blouse, a miniskirt and high heels. I work out every day, I'm toned and perfect. My measurements are 36-24-36. What do you look like?
Jay: I'm 6'3" and about 280 pounds.I wear glasses and I have on a pair of blue sweat pants I just bought from Walmart.I'm also wearing a T-shirt with a few spots of barbecue sauce on it from dinner...it smells funny.
Sweetheart: I want you.Would you like to screw me?
Jay: OK
Sweetheart: We're in my bedroom.There's soft music playing on the stereo and candles on my dresser and night table.I'm looking up into your eyes, smiling. My hand works its way down to your crotch and begins to fondle your huge, swelling bulge.
Jay: I'm gulping, I'm beginning to sweat.
Sweetheart: I'm pulling up your shirt and kissing your chest.
Jay: Now I'm unbuttoning your blouse.My hands are trembling.
Sweetheart: I'm moaning softly.
Jay: I'm taking hold of your blouse and sliding it off slowly.
Sweetheart: I'm throwing my head back in pleasure.The cool silk slides off my warm skin.I'm rubbing your bulge faster, pulling and rubbing.
Jay: My hand suddenly jerks spastically and accidentally rips a hole in your blouse.I'm sorry.
Sweetheart: That's OK, it wasn't really too expensive.
Jay: I'll pay for it.
Sweetheart: Don't worry about it.I'm wearing a lacy black bra.My soft breasts are rising and falling, as I breath harder and harder.
Jay: I'm fumbling with the clasp on your bra.I think it's stuck. Do you have any scissors?
Sweetheart: I take your hand and kiss it softly.I'm reaching back undoing the clasp. The bra slides off my body. The air caresses my breasts. My nipples are erect for you.
Jay: How did you do that? I'm picking up the bra and inspecting the clasp.
Sweetheart: I'm arching my back. Oh baby. I just want to feel your tongue all over me.
Jay: I'm dropping the bra. Now I'm licking your, you know, breasts. They're neat!
Sweetheart: I'm running my fingers through your hair. Now I'm nibbling your ear.
Jay: I suddenly sneeze. Your breasts are covered with spit and phlegm.
Sweetheart: What?
Jay: I'm so sorry. Really.
Sweetheart: I'm wiping your phlegm off my breasts with the remains of my blouse.
Jay: I'm taking the sopping wet blouse from you. I drop it with a plop.
Sweetheart: OK. I'm pulling your sweat pants down and rubbing your hard tool.
Jay: I'm screaming like a woman. Your hands are cold! Yeeee!
Sweetheart: I'm pulling up my miniskirt. Take off my panties.
Jay: I'm pulling off your panties. My tongue is going all over, in and out nibbling on you...umm... wait a minute.
Sweetheart: What's the matter?
Jay: I've got a pubic hair caught in my throat. I'm choking.
Sweetheart: Are you OK?
Jay: I'm having a coughing fit. I'm turning all red.
Sweetheart: Can I help?
Jay: I'm running to the kitchen, choking wildly. I'm fumbling through the cabinets, looking for a cup. Where do you keep your cups?
Sweetheart: In the cabinet to the right of the sink.
Jay: I'm drinking a cup of water. There, that's better.
Sweetheart: Come back to me, lover.
Jay: I'm washing the cup now.
Sweetheart: I'm on the bed arching for you.
Jay: I'm drying the cup. Now I'm putting it back in the cabinet. And now I'm walking back to the bedroom. Wait, it's dark, I'm lost. Where's the bedroom?
Sweetheart: Last door on the left at the end of the hall.
Jay: I found it.
Sweetheart: I'm tuggin' off your pants. I'm moaning. I want you so badly.
Jay: Me too.
Sweetheart: Your pants are off. I kiss you passionately-our naked bodies pressing each other.
Jay: Your face is pushing my glasses into my face. It hurts.
Sweetheart Why don't you take off your glasses?
Jay: OK, but I can't see very well without them. I place the glasses on the night table.
Sweetheart: I'm bending over the bed. Give it to me, baby!
Jay: I have to pee. I'm fumbling my way blindly across the room and toward the bathroom.
Sweetheart: Hurry back, lover.
Jay: I find the bathroom and it's dark. I'm feeling around for the toilet. I lift the lid.
Sweetheart: I'm waiting eagerly for your return.
Jay: I'm done going. I'm feeling around for the flush handle, but I can't find it. Uh-oh!
Sweetheart: What's the matter now?
Jay: I've realized that I've peed into your laundry hamper. Sorry again. I'm walking back to the bedroom now, blindly feeling my way.
Sweetheart: Mmm, yes. Come on.
Jay: OK, now I'm going to put my...you know ...thing...in your...you know...woman's thing.
Sweetheart: Yes! Do it, baby! Do it!
Jay: I'm touching your smooth butt. It feels so nice. I kiss your neck. Umm, I'm having a little trouble here.
Sweetheart: I'm moving my ass back and forth, moaning. I can't stand it another second! Slide in! Screw me now!
Jay: I'm flaccid.
Sweetheart: What?
Jay: I'm limp. I can't sustain an erection.
Sweetheart: I'm standing up and turning around; an incredulous look on my face.
Jay: I'm shrugging with a sad look on my face, my weiner all floppy. I'm going to get my glasses and see what's wrong.
Sweetheart: No, never mind. I'm getting dressed. I'm putting on my underwear. Now I'm putting on my wet nasty blouse.
Jay: No wait! Now I'm squinting, trying to find the night table. I'm feeling along the dresser, knocking over cans of hair spray, picture frames and your candles.
Sweetheart: I'm buttoning my blouse. Now I'm putting on my shoes.
Jay: I've found my glasses. I'm putting them on. My God! One of our candles fell on the curtain. The curtain is on fire! I'm pointing at it, a shocked look on my face.
Sweetheart: Go to hell. I'm logging off, you loser!
Jay: Now the carpet is on fire! Oh noooo!
Sweetheart: …………..
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"Artificial amateurs, aren't at all amazing
Analytically, I assault, animate things
Broken barriers bounded by the bomb beat
Buildings are broken, basically I'm bombarding
Casually create catastrophes, casualties
Cancelling cats got their canopies collapsing
Detonate a dime of dank daily doin dough
Demonstrations, Don Dada on the down low
Eatin other editors with each and every energetic
Epileptic episode, elevated etiquette
Furious fat fabulous fantastic
Flurries of funk felt feeding the fanatics
Gift got great global goods gone glorious
Gettin godly in his game with the goriest
Hit em high, hella height, historical
Hey holocaust hints hear 'em holler at your homeboy
Imitators idolize, I intimidate
In a instant, I'll rise in a irate state
Juiced on my jams like jheri curls jockin joints
Justly, it's just me, writin my journals
Kindly I'm kindling all kinds of ink on
Karate kick type brits in my kingdom
Let me live a long life, lyrically lessons is
Learned lame louses just lose to my livery
My mind makes marvelous moves, masses
Marvel and move, many mock what I've mastered
Niggas nap knowin I'm nice naturally
Knack, never lack, make noise nationally
Operation, opposition, off, not optional
Out of sight, out of mind, wide beaming opticals
Perfected poem, powerful punchlines
Pummelling petty powder puffs in my prime
Quite quaint quotes keep quiet it's Quannum
Quarrelers ain't got a quarter of what we got uh
Really raw raps, risin up rapidly
Riding the rushing radioactivity
Super scientifical sound search sought
Silencing super fire saps that are soft
Tales ten times talented, too tough
Take that, challengers, get a tune up
Universal, unique untouched
Unadulterated, the raw uncut
Verb vice lord victorious valid
Violate vibes that are vain make em vanished
? well would a wise wordsmith just
Weaving up words weeded up, I'm a workshift
Xerox, my X-ray-diation holes extra large
X-height letters, and xylophone tones
Yellow back, yak mouth, young ones yaws
Yesterday's lawn yards sell our (yawn?)
Zig zag zombies, zoomin to the zenith
Zero in zen thoughts, overzealous rhyme ZEA-LOTS!...." -
Like how did you guys/girls find out about it?
My geared bike got stolen, so friend lent me his bike which happened to be Fixed gear.Why are you interested in "fixie's"
Im not really interested in them. I like simple things and fixed was the most obvious thing for me to use to get from A to B.What trips do you do?
I pretty much use it to travel everywhere within reason. I also done some long distance rides: Norwich to Cardigan bay, Brighton to London, Dunwich Dynamo and the North Sea Route. I am planning on crossing America next year, though this depends on funds.Where do you travel?
See aboveDo you meet other "fixie" peeps
Im the only one I know of in my area. Though I think there is a guy called 'TheDude' who is from Ipswich?Have u injured yourself?
Not yetAnd any other exciting pieces of info you have?
The British Library has one copy of every book ever published.Oh and pics if possible?
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aidan eye for an eye is a load of shit.....acting like this person has is justifying the actions of the driver
I agree with the 'eye for an eye' statement. But in certain situations logic and reason go out the window and you become a creature of instinct. My older brother was killed 3 years ago buy a drunk driver who swerved across the street and hit him while he was cycling home. After the accident they both got taken to the same hospital which is where I met him. Needless to say I wasn't thinking logically and proceeded on beating the shit out of him. I would of killed him if I wasn't restrained. Looking back I know (kinda) it was not the right thing to do but at the time emotion, adrenalin etc took over. My point is that under certain circumstances we all lose control and do things we are not proud of. Punishment should be equal to the crime and personally i think deportation is excessive.
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hippy Stopping small scale impact crime (shoplifting, vandalism, etc) has a positive impact on reducing more serious crimes, apparently.
That's why cops will deal with all crimes petty or not. Still, I think sometimes they could target more damaging crimes than remedial herb use..
"Kids these days..." just seem to have no respect for anyone - cops, parents, old peeps, etc. Who the hell is disciplining the kids? No one.
Not alowed to smack kids, not allowed corporal punishment in school, blah blah.. The little bastards get it too easy these days. If I was in charge...Have you read Malcom Gladwells "Tipping Point?"
Part of me thinks that extra curricular activities would be a good thing, but my Daily mail side thinks we should stop being all 'touchy feely' with young people. Young people today have pretty much limitless opportunities. They have access to more information than any other generation in history and generally have more money. Yet they (we?) seem to do the least. I think we (as a society) have become lazy. We need more discipline, more reaction too our actions.
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wayne_f14 ams // what do you mean when you say you're not 'going into art' fella? I'd say that you're hardwired to think a certain way and it's such an intrinsic part of who you are that you're outlook and output will always be coloured by this.
create always dude,
'artist' is just a label...
I think that is the beauty of art. No matter what job you do you can always find time to create.
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asm [quote]turpe [quote]asm actually no its not totally true, the investment bankers and companies are the enemy. Artists get money but at the expense of the commodification of something which shouldn't be commodified. in my humble opinion :)
Ah, you'll not be saying that when Saatchi's Maybach rolls up to your studio...[/quote]
Saatchi has ruined many a student artist by buying up their entire back catalogue for not a huge amount of money then just keeping it in a box somewhere.
Also, I won't be able to afford a studio :([/quote]
I have met many students who have taken your stance, but the simple sad fact is money is a necessity. Being an Art student allows you the enviable position of being on a high horse but once you enter the 'real world' your definition of the 'enemy' will become less straight forward.
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Big companies and rich investment bankers pay me to find them pieces of art. Once found I try to buy said piece of art for what is normally a considerable sum. I then take 15% of that sum and spend it on anything that fills my vacuous materialistic soul (Normally apple products, rare toys and as of yesterday a Mercedes 1969 280SE Coupe)
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-I would make the 'F' on the title a normal F rather than stretching it out. It makes the kerning awful and the actual title not immediately clear.- "Issue 1" should be made smaller and moved somewhere more conspicuous.
- In my opinion type should not be altered (i.e stretched, tilted) in anyway so the bottom wording should be altered.
- The picture is too dark, though it is interesting.
Contents page
- I like the large picture but the type seems slightly clunky, perhaps placing the type over the picture?
- The grey bar at the bottom is not needed, it takes up too much space and would detract from any pictures you have in the future.
- You don't need the issue number at the bottom of the page.
Sorry I hope I have not been too harsh. I like the concept it just needs refining. Good luck
- "Issue 1" should be made smaller and moved somewhere more conspicuous.
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He's working in conjunction with Witcomb's to modernise the company. From what I have gathered this involves executing a poorly thought-out rebranding and (perhaps) making them increase their prices drastically. Generally he is disliked on this forum because he his a mediocre designer/businessman with delusions of grandeur.