Terrific Tush Tuesday
Can't forget something for you fellas, now, can I? ;) Perhaps you see a story in the photo? (Grins - I'm guessing all you see is her tush - but you may surprise me by allowing your mind to think past that...)
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posted by Lady Julia @ 1:01 PM
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All I see is a 20 year old tart who thinks her control stems from having a tight ass.
Yum! I see a 20 year old tart who knows how to shake her booty, and expects results!
dick, it's funny, but I see a different ass - one that hasn't changed in months. What a pity.
I'm sorry, I was trying to work out the make of the car:)
I see a different ass - one that hasn't changed in months.
*snerk*
Car? What car?
Ohhhhhhhhh......THERE it is.............
behind the behind.
Now that I look more closely I see a reflection in the side of the ... car.
It's ..... a NOSE!
(Wonder how that got there?)
Bet it was flown there by remote control.
Control generated by the lady's stems.
The nose appears to be stuck.
And....all this reminds me about the story of "The Tart Babe”.
(Adapted shamelessly from a traditional African/American children’s tale.)
Once upon a time there was a little boy who lived happily in the world and played with other little boys his own age. All was well until one day a strange person wandered into the area in a shiny black car. This person was no boy. This was the “Tart Babe”, and boy was she hot! She was dressed all in black and was sticky sweet. Mmmmmmmm ......yummy to look at, but,..... all the wives of all the little boys warned them thusly, “Now listen, honey, that there is the Tart Babe and although she looks mighty fine, and she seems pretty sweet, she is dangerously sticky. If you were to touch her, you would become stuck and no one could ever pull you free. I know you want to touch her, but DON’T! You hear?”
So, all the little boys steered clear of the Tart Babe, even though she revved the big engine in her shiny black car and wiggled and squealed and coaxed them for all she was worth. They looked sometimes. Who wouldn’t? But they never went close and they NEVER touched.
Then one unusually hot day when everyone was feeling particularly sticky, the one little boy who I mentioned in the beginning of this story was walking alone along the road and saw the Tart Babe polishing her black car. She was not using a conventional polishing clothe either. She was shining that great big thing with her skimpy little black dress! It seemed to be working, too, because that car just shone brighter and brighter and brighter the more she rubbed. Whew!
“Hey, little man”, she cooed, “wanna help me polish my big black car? It’s really fun!”
“Uh uh! No WAY! My wife told me not to touch you ‘cause you were super sticky and if I ever touched you no one would ever be able to pull me free!”
“What?!?!”, cried the Tart Babe in mock amazement, (the mock part going completely over the little boy’s head). “If I was so sticky then wouldn’t this tiny black dress be sticking to this big black car? Think about it, sugar. I’m not really sticky, am I?”
And the little boy thought. And while he thought the Tart Babe went right on polishing with a new vigor, working the finish on that big black car till it sparkled brighter than anything the boy had ever seen before. He thought and thought and watched and watched. What a perplexing situation! Finally he decided that she was right and could not be sticky and walked dazedly over to the car and asked how he might help.
The Tart Babe just smiled, knowing that she had won, and beckoned for the little boy to take the hem of her little black dress and polish the car as best he could. You can probably guess what happened next, can’t you? No sooner did he touch that dress than his hand became stuck! He reached with his other hand to free himself but that hand became stuck, too. He began to cry.
The Tart Babe just laughed and said, “Why didn’t you listen to your wife, little man? She told you about me. She TOLD you!”
And as the boy cried some of his friends heard him and came running. They tried to free him from the Tart Babe but they too became stuck and then they cried and that only brought more little boys. Soon all the boys in the whole village were stuck to the Tart Babe, ... and to this day, ... if you see that big black car and walk up real close when the Tart Babe isn’t lookin’, ... and you bend down and stare at that impossibly shiny finish, ..... you can see a nose here or there as if it has been rubbed right into the paint.
The END.
Arafin
Arafin :) You're brilliant :)
Tom - it's wonderful to see you. If you see Suzy out there in the cyberworld, please tell her hello for me and that I miss her.
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