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  • #31
    And had her tattoos and piercings removed and worked very hard on her attitude, I'd consider letting her mow my lawn now and again. If she tried hard to keep her back to the house at all times.

    Maybe she should just give it up and go for reincarnation. Then we can talk.

    Come to think of it, I've seen some pictures of her modelling for Playboy Magazine in the early 90's, before she turned into a giant fake. She was actually sweet and good looking back then.

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    • #32
      @Gibsie

      WRT Pamela, I don't remember pamela being ultra skinny or wearing too much make up. Her breasts were kinda weird, tho.

      In any case, I think that the standard of female beauty "in the west" is: pretty face, nice ass, nice breasts, nice legs, not fat ( DOESN'T MEAN TO BE SEE-THROUGH AS ANOREXIACS ARE). Call me a superficial fetishist.
      urgh.NSFW

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      • #33
        Once you realise relationships and "sexiness" are about connection not stereotypes a whole new world opens up for you.
        Any views I may express here are personal and certainly do not in any way reflect the views of my employer. Tis the rising of the moon..

        Look, I just don't anymore, okay?

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        • #34
          Well, duh, Horse. We're talking about exterior looks, though. Aren't we , Winston?
          urgh.NSFW

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          • #35
            Originally posted by Azazel
            Well, duh, Horse. We're talking about exterior looks, though. Aren't we , Winston?
            I'm not sure - I think Winston wants a real woman not plastic ones. Isn't that his point?
            Any views I may express here are personal and certainly do not in any way reflect the views of my employer. Tis the rising of the moon..

            Look, I just don't anymore, okay?

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            • #36
              Az,

              Sure. It's been a long time since I've seen AH's wifey advertising for chicken flavoured snacks on prime time TV. But then, I'm getting old.

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              • #37
                I guess real women have no looks at all. Neither bad ones, or good ones. They exist only as formless personalities. If he has something other that exterior looks in mind, he shouldn't start his post with a whine about "western standards of beauty", with each and every one of his points adressing looks.
                urgh.NSFW

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                • #38
                  Everything in moderation.

                  Personally I like real breasts, but I've seen a few erotic dancers that could have used a boob job.
                  Christianity: The belief that a cosmic Jewish Zombie who was his own father can make you live forever if you symbolically eat his flesh and telepathically tell him you accept him as your master, so he can remove an evil force from your soul that is present in humanity because a rib-woman was convinced by a talking snake to eat from a magical tree...

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                  • #39
                    OMG CHE YOUR SO SUPERFECAL.
                    urgh.NSFW

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                    • #40
                      Alex, good one
                      Who is Barinthus?

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                      • #41
                        Originally posted by Azazel
                        OMG CHE YOUR SO SUPERFECAL.
                        When I'm paying, damn straight.
                        Christianity: The belief that a cosmic Jewish Zombie who was his own father can make you live forever if you symbolically eat his flesh and telepathically tell him you accept him as your master, so he can remove an evil force from your soul that is present in humanity because a rib-woman was convinced by a talking snake to eat from a magical tree...

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                        • #42
                          You can afford to go to Girlie bars?
                          Any views I may express here are personal and certainly do not in any way reflect the views of my employer. Tis the rising of the moon..

                          Look, I just don't anymore, okay?

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                          • #43
                            Originally posted by chegitz guevara


                            When I'm paying, damn straight.
                            urgh.NSFW

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                            • #44
                              I'm not sure - I think Winston wants a real woman not plastic ones. Isn't that his point?
                              They're not even that (plastic) anymore. For $6K, you can get one that doesn't age, talk back (Oh wait, they are designing one that does but not deride you),won't mind if you see other women, won't mind if you come home really late, and most important--will statisfy you whenever you want and be what you want her to be.

                              Don't think I can actually link to the site, but just use the words real and doll.
                              Last edited by Muad'Dib; November 22, 2004, 20:52.
                              "And his word shall carry
                              death eternal to those who
                              stand against righteousness."

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                              • #45
                                Be My Girl-Sally

                                Written by Sting and Andy Summers, 1978
                                Featured on the album Outlandos D'Amour

                                Won't you be my girl
                                Won't you be my girl
                                Won't you be my, be my
                                Be my girl
                                Won't you be my girl
                                Won't you be my girl
                                Won't you be my, be my
                                Be my girl
                                Won't you be my girl
                                Won't you be my girl
                                Won't you be my, be my
                                Be my girl
                                Won't you be my girl
                                Won't you be my girl
                                Won't you be my, be my
                                Be my girl

                                I was blue and lonely, I couldn't sleep a wink
                                And I could only get unconscious if I'd had to much to drink.
                                There was somehow, something wrong somewhere,
                                And each day seemed grey and dead
                                The seeds of desperation were growing in my head.
                                I needed inspiration, a brand new start in life,
                                Somewhere to place affection, but I didn't want a wife.
                                And then by lucky chance I saw in a special magazine
                                An ad that was unusual, the like I'd never seen,
                                Experience something different with our new imported toy,
                                She's loving, warm, inflatable and a guarantee of joy.
                                She came all wrapped in cardboard, all pink and shrivelled down
                                A breath of air was all she needed to make her lose that frown.
                                I took her to the bedroom and pumped her with some life,
                                And later in a moment that girl became my wife.
                                And so I sit her in the corner and sometimes stroke her hair
                                And when I'm feeling naughty I blow her up with air
                                She's cuddly and she's bouncy, she's like a rubber ball,
                                I bounce her in the kitchen and I bounce her in the hall.
                                And now my life is different since Sally came my way
                                I wake up in the morning and have her on a tray
                                She's everything they say she was and I wear a permanent grin,
                                And I only have to worry in case my girl wears thin.

                                Won't you be my girl
                                Won't you be my girl
                                Won't you be my, be my,
                                Be my girl
                                Won't you be my girl
                                Won't you be my girl
                                Won't you be my, be my
                                Be my girl
                                Won't you be my girl
                                Won't you be my girl
                                Won't you be my, be my
                                Be my girl
                                Won't you be my girl
                                Won't you be my girl
                                Won't you be my, be my
                                Be my girl
                                Any views I may express here are personal and certainly do not in any way reflect the views of my employer. Tis the rising of the moon..

                                Look, I just don't anymore, okay?

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