Good morning. Poot Happy. What are some really good Polish curses?
sperfur
Morning all! You won’t be seeing much if any of me for the next few days – work and company coming to stay for the weekend. Play nice while I’m gone!
We now return you to your regularlly scheduled NoClueBoy.
NoClueBoy, keep your thread alive…keep your thread alive…keep your thread alive…
Dropping in quickly to say hello!
NCB?
Man, what a day I had!
And to top it off, I was forced to look at a cute girl’s naked fanny (British version).
Oh well, all’s well that ends.
Well?
Corner Case
fanny?
!!!
NoClueBoy
My headspace ain’t built for whooshes, NCB. Too bad for you! 
Here’s an advance heads-up: don’t guess me for the whole day on Saturday, unless you count the evening / night. I’ll be at Awana Conference. 
Happy Lendervedder
F_X
poo
Yes, vanilla, fanny.
IOW, she flashed me from down under.
As I was finishing up a job and talking with this other guy, this cute chick came jogging up.
“Hi,” says I, as is my wont.
“Hi!” she bubbles back.
We chat very inanely about the weather or something, and she starts stretching in the driveway. Now, she’s wearing a tight little crop top, and these shorts that are a little hard to describe. Imagine a clingy fabric, very wided out legs, and extremely short.
Now, I admit, the absolute first thing I noticed about her was how the clingy shorts were framing her ass better than if she weren’t wearing anything at all. But, as she stretched and did splits and stuff, those loose leg openings, and the extreme shortness of the shorts in general, meant she was flashing quite a bit of shaven womenly fun parts.
YOWZERZ! my eyes said to my head. You shouldn’t have looked, you smeghead, I said to myself. Yeah, well, she kept doing it. And she got eye contact with me while she stretching. I smiled and she smiled back. I’m sure she felt the breeze hitting her pouty lips…
Anyhoo, I know she saw me ogling her ass, 'cause she turned around to put her leg up on the bench that was on the side of the house, bent over and retied her shoe. She stayed in that posed, looked back at me, and asked if like running. I said, “I like watching.” and smiled. She smiled real big, staying in that perfect pose. (Oh yeah, I like the butt.) Then , she retied her other shoe and crossed over the driveway the few steps needed, stuck out her hand and said, “Hi. I’m Jennie.”
So… the other guy I was shooting the breeze with says, “Well… I’ve got to get back to… the other job…” and got in his truck, giving me the thumbs up sign behind her back.
Turns out the girl is the homeowner guy’s daughter from his first marraige who was just in for a little while. Apparantly, I hadn’t seen her come in earlier that day.
By this time, I’m wondering if this early twentysomething looking girl realises how old I am or not. Because people always misguess my age by a huge amount. Probably because I don’t have any grey hair, nor is my hairline receding. (That’s the only thing I can come up with to explain it.)
Anyways, that’ll teach me to say hi to jogging girls with clingy short shorts.
I’m sure I’ll run into her quite a bit tomorrow. Maybe I’ll get lucky and she won’t force me to look at any part of her shapely body or pretty face.
Which reminds me of:
vanilla
Can’t say I saw fanny, but I met a rrrrreeeaaallllly cute girl tonight.
She consoled me after the ballgame. I told her my name was Bob (it’s not). She said, “You’re not a Bob.” I said, “How do you know?” She said, “I just know.” I said, “How?” She said, “Show me your license.” I said, “I left it at home.” She said, “I’ll ask your friend.” I said, “Fine.” She said, “He’ll back you up?” I said, “Of course.” She said, “Oh.” I said, “Call my voice mail and listen to my message.” She said, “Okay, what’s your number?” I gave it to her, and proceded to watch her dial it and leave a message… asking me out!
I said, “Huh,” and thought “Holy shit, I’m James Bond!”
And so this is my 
smilie tonight.
NCB, on preview, I see your story is better than mine, and so I predict Mr. Cynical to post next.
I have no story. I have only a prognosticating vase. It says NotWithoutRage.
I’m a page late and a dollar short.
Anyone have a dollar?
Angua
Hello. I’ve been frequenting GQ for a bit, having my credibility called into account, and things like that. 
Happy Lendervedder
Bingo!
Angua
OOh!
I really want to see your credibility.
Brought to you by NCB, the booty lover.
DamnYankeeTexan
you want to see my what?
oh credibility…
Here, let me take that sweater for you…
[I take your hand and lead you to the couch]
Some wine?
Hard day at work? Here, turn around.
[Put my strong (yet gentle) hands on the back side of your shoulders and squeeze slightly. Alternating deep pressure and light, I work my way to your neck. Moving your long hair out of the way, I comment on how good it smells. My fingers apply soft pressure to the base of your skull while speaking softly in a low voice right next to your ear, saying little things about you that I find so very special. I stop massaging and let you fall back into me. Your cheek is next to mine, your eyes closed, a very slight smile on your perfect lips. My right hand is resting on your belly and your hands are folded over mine. With my free hand, I gently trace the outline of your lips. I touch your chin and turn your face a little bit more the left… Slowly, with hardly any sound, I press my lips to yours, barely touching…]
vanilla
Really? Are you sure? 
No Clue Boy
I made **Angua ** wrong!
ha ha
next poster
:sulks:
vanilla