Returning the Favor…

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Good morning said a woman as she walked up to the man sitting on the ground.

The man slowly looked up.

This was a woman clearly accustomed to the finer things of life. Her coat was new.. She looked like she had never missed a meal in her life.

His first thought was that she wanted to make fun of him, like so many others had done before.. “Leave me alone,” he growled….

To his amazement, the woman continued standing.

She was smiling — her even white teeth displayed in dazzling rows. “Are you hungry?” she asked.

“No,” he answered sarcastically. “I’ve just come from dining with the president. Now go away.”

The woman’s smile became even broader. Suddenly the man felt a gentle hand under his arm.

“What are you doing, lady?” the man asked angrily. “I said to leave me alone.

Just then a policeman came up…

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Sylvia Faun ( A 1930s Memoir)

I adored  Miss Billie, my beautiful first grade teacher and hungered for her approval.   I strived for perfect work, admiring every thread she wore, her floral scent, her ladylike jewelryI, and her kind, modest manner.  Heaven could have granted me no greater wish than to grow up and be just like Miss Billie.  And above all this, Miss Billie was fair and Continue reading

Vintage Booty Boosters

from Envisioning the American Dream and Human Interest. Finally a look I can do!

Envisioning The American Dream

Female Bottom Enhancements

A turkey isn’t the only thing being stuffed this Thanksgiving.

With visions of a well basted Kim Kardashian dancing in their heads, curve-challenged women wanting to appear more bootyliscious are frantically wriggling into padded panties strategically stuffed with foam and silicone gel pads on their hips and butts.

Booty is back in a big way

The decades long desire for a diminished derriere has seemingly bottomed out.

Buns of Steel are just so yesterday.

Bottoms Up

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No ifs, ands or butts about it, suddenly everyone wants a bodacious booty.

The Rubenesque rump long reviled is this years must-have fashion accessory for sex appeal, something non-white culture has long embraced.

Even that gold standard of style Vogue declared “We’re in the era of the big booty.”

Now after years of killer exercises to flatten our plump posteriors, what gal doesn’t find herself needing a boost in the caboose?

Booty Call

lingerie Fredericks Hollywood padded panty “Two…

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That Explains It!

The blonde went to her plastic surgeon.  “You’ve got to do something about these wrinkles under my eyes.  They look just awful!”

“Sure, I can fix you right up!” said Dr. Jones.  “I’ll put this little knob on top of your head. Give it a little twist, and Voila!!  The wrinkles are gone!  Come back if you have any trouble”

Sure enough, it worked like magic.  The blonde was thrilled!  She was a new woman!  She looked like she was eighteen again!  Every time her face drooped a little, she gave the knob a little twist.

Five years later the blonde came back to see Dr. Jones.  “You fixed me up a while back with this little knob to tighten up my wrinkles.  It worked great for a long time, but it’s stripped out now and I’ve got these big bags under my eyes.  What can you do about them?”

“Those aren’t bags!  Those are your breasts!  I told you to come back if you had any trouble!”

“Oh, then that explains the goatee!”

Adventure racer gives stray dog a meatball, dog follows him to finish line of 430-mile race

What a heart that dog has! Reblogged from the Win

For The Win


This is the most extreme version ever of Homeward Bound.

A Swedish adventure racing team was stopped for a meal in Ecuador before the final two stages of a 430-mile race through the rainforest when they saw a miserable-looking stray dog. Mikael Lindnord, one of the racers, pitied the thing and tossed the dog a meatball to eat.

The dog, who the racers eventually named Arthur, then followed them for the rest of the grueling race, through deep jungle and mud on a 20-mile trek, even swimming alongside the team’s kayaks for one portion.


Arthur became the fifth member of the team. He made it to the finish line, then was cleaned up, got his shots, and brought back home to Sweden.

The story is almost beyond belief.


From The Daily Mail:

Before one of the segments of the race – a 36 mile kayak around the coast – organizers…

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Tarzan was our favorite game.  No Cheeta. No Jane.  Just Tarzan, Master of the Jungle, swinging from tree to tree.  Actually, there was only one rope swing hanging from a shade tree, but it worked just fine.  We alternated being Tarzan and vine fetcher.  The thrill of standing on the branch, beating your chest and calling out Ahahuh….uhuh…uhuh!!!! before swinging through the jungle was powerful.  We never got enough. Continue reading

Ruth Elaine and the Exploding Baby (Part I of II 1930s Memoir)

I was praying for salvation as the class suffered along with Luther Simpson through a page of Jane and Fluff the Kitten.  The second-graders pretended to work on their sums across the aisle. in our shared classroom in 1935 in East Texas. Little Ruth Elaine Lawson, a girl I’d had always found dull, dropped her head to her desk and snuffled Continue reading

Ruth Elaine and the Exploding Baby (Part II of II 1930s memoir)

Repost of earlier post few readers saw:

Out of respect for the family, Mr. Kinnebrew dismissed school at noon. Ruth Elaine, normally socially invisible, wandered from the office with her lunch bucket, mystified to find herself Queen of the Playground. The big girls jostled for position around her, shoving lowly first graders to the side, demanding details of the catastrophe. “Did it set him on Continue reading