So take this body at sunset to the great stream whose pulses start in the blue hills, and let these ashes drift from the Long Bridge where only a late gull breaks that deep and populous grave.
think that it is time to tell you, Eddy, that there is indeed a fetish for EVERYTHING. A few of my little "group" (including me, actually) are turned on by white socks. To me, a well-shaped woman is attractive, but if she happens to be wearing white socks.... hell, I'm drooling on the keyboard.
And plus, it's really fun to say to someone "Are you wearing white socks?" in a really pervy voice, just to see them look at you like you're a rapist.
Now that's weird, though I really don't have much room to talk.
I also must say that Twpsyn Pentref has an interesting signature.
"There was a particular car I soon came to think of as distinctly St. Louis-ish: a gigantic white S.U.V. with a W. bumper sticker on it for George W. Bush."
think that it is time to tell you, Eddy, that there is indeed a fetish for EVERYTHING. A few of my little "group" (including me, actually) are turned on by white socks. To me, a well-shaped woman is attractive, but if she happens to be wearing white socks.... hell, I'm drooling on the keyboard.
And plus, it's really fun to say to someone "Are you wearing white socks?" in a really pervy voice, just to see them look at you like you're a rapist.
Now that's weird, though I really don't have much room to talk.
I also must say that Twpsyn Pentref has an interesting signature.
Don't think I have a mollusk-fetish now! I wouldn't have even the slightest idea how to go about raping one of them, even if I found the idea anywhere close to remotely palatable.
So take this body at sunset to the great stream whose pulses start in the blue hills, and let these ashes drift from the Long Bridge where only a late gull breaks that deep and populous grave.
Eddy the Great wrote:Now that's weird, though I really don't have much room to talk.
Indeed. It's also distracting.
Another interesting point, I wear black socks to my (all-boys') school, becuase some inner part of me doesn't want some other wacko getting turned on by my socks.
Space Dracula wrote:A minute ago, my mom walked in, saw the Otter, and said "Awwwww!" in the "That's so cuuuuuute" way. My sister, hearing this, entered.
Well, I didn't call myself Twpsyn Pentref for nothing, y'know!
So take this body at sunset to the great stream whose pulses start in the blue hills, and let these ashes drift from the Long Bridge where only a late gull breaks that deep and populous grave.
Shm Jay wrote:Ugh, have we had enough of the copulating lions here? Can we get rid of the picture now?
Copulating lions? Are you sure that's what you see there? You might want to get yourself to a psychiatrist, Jay. The rest of us are looking at a picture of otters!