Well, we saw Seastrike's date, so last night I snuck into the bar Sol and his hottie were meeting at in Edmonds. I new it wouldn't last long when I saw her, so I quickly had to get a quick pic of her before the date ended. Unfortunately, I could only get one from the backside because Sol would have seen me if I had positioned around to get a front shot. I'm putting this on now because I know Sol will not be on the computer for a few days now, so we can all have a good look at her and tell him our thoughts before he says anything.

In the immortal words of Sir-Mix-Alot "Baby Got Back".

The bigger the cushion, the sweeter the pushin', that's what I say........

Spinal Tap

After seeing that and reading what Sol had to say about it....Way to go Sol.. too many pounds and the jesus thing... You got away clean!!

Later that night.....still keeping his identidy hidden...

Whole lotta Rosie Bro, Whole Lotta Rosie, Jus' kiddin', Good save.-T

OMG---Sol, you gotta stay away from the recreational pharmaceuticals man. Totally goin down hill here dude.

Crack Kills.

My true buddies are also dicks at heart, but you take the cake, bro. That 12" crank your packing around is going to your head.

BTW: That's no joke. Addicted is hung like a fuc%ing donkey, right Jen???

P.S. Don't ask me how I know that.

Big bottoms, big bottoms........
Talk about mud flaps, my girl's got 'em............
Big bottoms drive me out of my mind, how could I leave that behi-ind?

The coin slot on that Holstein is big enough to park a Harley in!

The bigger the waist band the deeper the quick sand you know what I mean
The TAP RULES Dan

Workin on a sex farm plowen threw her love fields

speaking of waistbands.... I'll bet that one has trouble with her panties... can't tell the leg hole from the waistband.. Makes me tremble in fear..

As she grew up, her dad ordered a gross of toilet seats and kept them in the garage, replacing them silently.

That's so if it stinks, you can make your deposit from three feet away.

Mr. Big got aweful quite, didn't he. He's probably embaraced. He's not the show and tell kind of guy, like me. If I was him I'd go door to door on Mutiny Bay road with that thing just to see the expression on people's faces.

I figure that's why he gets hurt so often, constantly being out of balance and all. It's also why he limps all the time.

I was awefully quite because I was gone on Orcas, then back working, then on the beach, then doing run-around crap...plus I had to think of a good line to come back at ya with....I couldn't.

By the way Sol, that last post you did on this thread was pretty funny. And you missed out, last night was Verlain's 65th birthday, a little grill party in his driveway, with about 60 of his closest friends, of which one when leaving ran over a water stand pipe creating a gyeser in the lawn area. We were working on it for quite some time before getting it fixed. We looked like the Keystone cops trying to fix it.

It's all fun and games until the large penis comes out, then it's hllarious. That thing is like relationship insurance. No woman has ever left her husband for a man with a smaller unit.

Wish I coulda been at the party. Hopefully you told Verlain the Shella polka-dot panty story. Did you guys know where the water valve was? Usually when crap like that happens no one has a clue how to turn the water off.