Marsha ruulzzz!!! smokin hot lil lady. the first time brewer met aunty she was sporting some skin tight frog tog rainwear on the shehalis. she was fishing with my wife, aka the pants. two royal hotties.

anybody can do it..... communication is 93% BODY LAUNGUAGE. statistically if you picture women with TiVO ...men would have rabbit ears. Men are just not socially born/bred with interpersonal communicaiton skills. As a man you have to develop it. but anyone can do it.

Aunty's right on. Being in construction I see it all the time. Women construction workers are a different breed altogether. For some reason they have a lot in common. Whether it's "I can't tell you the last time I got laid, because my old man comes home and drinks every night until he passes out" or "He would rather fix his buddy's car breaks than spend time with me". And on every job there seems to be at least one guy, who's married and got a sympathetic ear, who just LISTENS to these women talk about their problems. And the next thing you know she's got the f*me pheromones’. In fact one married guy I worked with told me that he car pooled with this married gal,(that I know) and every night on the way home he would bang her in the back seat. And every night her husband would thank him for bringing her home SAFE. LMFAO,

Guy’s just don't pick up on the signals, like women do. Until it's tooooooo late. Cause when she says she's done with you. Believe her, she's done with you.

Mf

While I was gone this weekend my sister threw a party at the house I'm living in for a bunch of navy seals and a bevy of hot broads. They were all gone and the place was cleaned up when I got home last night, but I found someones cell phone uner the couch, so I called my sister and let her know I found it. So, not expecting anyone to come for the phone till the following day, I ate diner and slipped a porno into the DVD and sat back to beat-off. I'm clost to being "finished" when the damn doorbell rings. I'm like, "FUC%." So I jump up and conceal my hard-on in my pants, still very visible, and fumble with four remotes to try to turn the friggin' TV off. The best I manage is to get the volume off with the video still playing, and by this time the doorbell rings again, so I limp to the door and low and behold, there stands the chick that owns the phone.

Small talk. I tell her that her phone is on the bar and turn around to walk in and get it assuming she is going to wait at the door and instead the quitely follows me into the kitchen to get the phone just in time to see Peter North blow his load all over some chicks face. She says, "cool." Then she askes me what my situation is and starts telling me her life story. Basically, plater pussy for the taking and I wasn't interested because I'm actually interested in one of Blondbud's friends right now.

I'm not sure this really applys to this thread. Just thought I would share it.

wow! ....thanks.




i think.

She left the phone on purpose you dolt. Sometimes you are so slow.

That's a big 10-4

I surmised her intent after she left but thought it would sound arrogant to say so in the post. Pretty funny comment though, Jerry.

Aunty, that was very well said. The reality of it almost brings a little tear to my eye.
JY

It sounds more like you missed the bus.

He is trying to catch a different bus, one without a transfer.

I believe you mean dismissed, not missed, and she was no bus.

marsha posted a wedding pic on SH.net awhile back. obviously very 70s. marsha was stacked to the 9s!!! way smoken hot! something happened though along the way... she discovered salmon!

Let's see the pics!!!!

Smokin' hot!

So laughing!

FUHUHUHUHK

Aunty,
You know we love ya! Your intellect, courage and wicked sense of humor bestow perpetual hotness upon you.... Similar qualities in Sol just make him entertaining

I was 4 might have been 3 depends on what month the prom was, Its no wonder you are such a wealth of knowledge!!

JY

Nice pc-- Iwas 5 years out of high school then.