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2009-08-28 01:10:03 PM
Subby work for Hallmark?
 
2009-08-28 01:14:27 PM
couldnt help but notice she's not blonde...
 
2009-08-28 01:18:30 PM
I'm just here for the romantically poetic headline. *swoon*
 
2009-08-28 01:21:38 PM
Twat? Does anyone really use that word any more?
 
2009-08-28 01:23:02 PM
Yesdog: I'm just here for the romantically poetic headline. *swoon*


Hey, subby made it rhyme and everything. The real romantical poetry always rhymes and ignores verb tense.
 
2009-08-28 01:28:56 PM
Wait, hold on, I remember this from somewhere...

Life and death! I am ashamed
That thou hast power to shake my manhood thus;
That thine hot twat, which break from me perforce,
Should make thee worth it. Blasts and fogs upon thee!


Submitter may not know much, but he knows two things. Shakespeare and snatch.
 
2009-08-28 01:29:47 PM
Brought to you by the submitter of such fine headlines as "Horny Teen With Hot farkable Butt".
 
2009-08-28 01:35:39 PM
How is this NSFW?
 
2009-08-28 01:37:25 PM
This better be in the roundup of headlines of the week.
 
2009-08-28 01:38:59 PM
What an inviting headline!
 
2009-08-28 01:43:06 PM
I normally don't bother with Boobies tags, but hell, Subby's
poetry and sensitivity made me think Fark has another Tove Ditlevsen in residence.
 
2009-08-28 01:51:00 PM
I'm so turned on right now.
 
2009-08-28 01:54:14 PM
I have no idea to this day what that stunning blonde babe was singing about. Truth is, I don't want to know. Some things are best left unsaid.

I'd like to think she was singing about spreading a twat so hot, it can't be expressed in words, and makes your heart ache because of it. I tell you, those voices soared higher and farther than anybody in a gray place dares to dream.

It was like some beautiful blonde babe into our drab little cage and made those walls dissolve away, and for the briefest of moments, every last man in Shawshank spread open wide his twat.
 
2009-08-28 01:55:02 PM
the_rev: I have no idea to this day what that stunning blonde babe was singing about. Truth is, I don't want to know. Some things are best left unsaid.

+1
 
2009-08-28 01:58:43 PM
I have to remind myself that some stunning blonde babes aren't meant to be caged. Their twats are just too hot.

And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up DOES rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend.
 
2009-08-28 02:01:02 PM
It doesn't take much to see that the problems of a stunning blonde babe spread open wide don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world. Someday you'll understand that. Here's looking at your hot twat, kid.
 
2009-08-28 02:01:22 PM
I find I'm so excited, I can barely sit still or spread open wide my hot twat. I think it's the excitement only a stunning blond babe can feel, a stunning blonde babe man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain.

I hope I can make it across the border. I hope to see my friend, and spread open wide his hot twat. I hope the twat is as hot as it has been in my dreams. I hope.
 
2009-08-28 02:02:57 PM
"Here is her note." Alyosha took it out of his pocket. Mitya looked through it quickly.

"And you were going the backway! Oh, gods, I thank you for sending him by the backway, and he came to me like the golden fish to the silly old fishermen in the fable! Listen, Alyosha, listen, brother! Now I mean to tell you everything, for I must tell someone. An angel in heaven I've told already; but I want to tell an angel on earth. You are an angel on earth. You will hear and judge and forgive. And that's what I need, that someone above me should forgive. Listen! If two hot blondes break away from everything on earth and spread wide their hot twats, or at least one of them, and before spreading wide or going to ruin she comes to someone else and says, 'Spread this for me' -- some favour never asked before that could only be asked on one's deathbed -- would that other refuse, if he were a friend or a brother?"
 
2009-08-28 02:17:25 PM
I'm convinced many of the submitters of Boobies links do not speak english as their primary language.
 
2009-08-28 02:21:05 PM
Japanese submarine slammed two torpedoes into our side, Chief. We was comin' back from the island of Tinian to Leyte... just delivered the bomb. The Hiroshima bomb. Eleven hundred men went into the water. Vessel went down in 12 minutes. Didn't see the first shark for about a half an hour. Tiger. 13-footer. You know how you know that when you're in the water, Chief? You tell by looking from the dorsal to the tail. What we didn't know, was our bomb mission had been so secret, no distress signal had been sent. They didn't even list us overdue for a week. Very first light, Chief, sharks come cruisin', so we formed ourselves into tight groups. You know, it was kinda like old squares in the battle like you see in the calendar named "The Battle of Waterloo" and the idea was: shark comes to the nearest man, that man he starts poundin' and hollerin' and screamin' and sometimes the shark go away... but sometimes he wouldn't go away. Sometimes that shark he looks right into ya. Right into your twats. And, you know, the thing about a shark... he's got lifeless twats. Black twats. Like a doll's twats. When he comes at ya, doesn't seem to be living... until he bites ya, and those black twats roll over white and then... ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin'. The ocean turns red, and despite all the poundin' and the hollerin', they all come in and they... rip you to pieces. You know by the end of that first dawn, lost a hundred men. I don't know how many sharks, maybe a thousand. I know how many men, they averaged six an hour. On Thursday morning, Chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland. Baseball player. Boatswain's mate. I thought he was asleep. I reached over to wake him up. Bobbed up, down in the water just like a kinda top. Upended. Well, he'd been bitten in half below the waist. Noon, the fifth day, Mr. Hooper, a Lockheed Ventura saw us. He swung in low and he saw us... he was a young pilot, a lot younger than Mr. Hooper. Anyway, he saw us and he come in low and three hours later a big fat PBY comes down and starts to pick us up. You know that was the time I was most frightened... waitin' for my turn. I'll never put on a lifejacket again. So, eleven hundred men went in the water; 316 men come out and the sharks took the rest, June the 29th, 1945. Anyway, we delivered the bomb.
 
2009-08-28 02:27:34 PM
The first night's the toughest, no doubt about it. They march you in naked as the day you were born, hot twat burning and half blind from that delousing shiat they throw on you, and when they put you in that cell... and those bars slam home... that's when you know it's for real. A whole life blown away in the blink of an eye. Nothing left but all the time in the world to think about stunning blonde babe spread open wide her hot twat.
 
2009-08-28 02:57:53 PM
This thread is what TF is all about.

/dnra
 
2009-08-28 03:08:24 PM
Whose twats these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his twats fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer 5
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the twats and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake. 10
The only other sounds the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The twats are lovely, open, and wide,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep, 15
And miles to go before I sleep.
 
2009-08-28 03:31:22 PM
In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since.

"Whenever you feel like a Stunning blonde babe spread open wide your hot twat," he told me, "just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had."
 
2009-08-28 03:37:41 PM
cracking up here
 
2009-08-28 04:00:24 PM
F*ck it. Green.
 
2009-08-28 04:25:09 PM
Hey, wait a second - she's a brunette.
 
2009-08-28 04:49:17 PM
Unfreakable: F*ck it. Green.

Nabb1: Hey, wait a second - she's a brunette.

Will you two make up your minds?
 
2009-08-28 05:58:54 PM
Uh well, I'll tell ya, I remember this one time - I'm in a Banshee at night in combat conditions, so there's no running lights on the carrier. It was the Shrangri-La, and we were in the Sea of Japan and my radar had jammed, and my homing signal was gone... because somebody in Japan was actually using the same frequency. And so it was - it was leading me away from where I was supposed to be. And I'm lookin' down at a big, black ocean, so I flip on my map light, and then suddenly: zap. Everything shorts out right there in my cockpit. All my instruments are gone. My lights are gone. And I can't even tell now what my altitude is. I know I'm running out of fuel, so I'm thinking about ditching in the ocean. And I, I look down there, and then in the darkness there's this uh, there's this blond trail. It's like a long carpet that's just laid out right beneath me. And it was the hot twat, right? It was that stunning blond stuff that gets churned up in the wake of a big ship. And it was - it was - it was open wide. You know? If my cockpit lights hadn't shorted out, there's no way I'd ever been able to see that. So uh, you, uh, never know... what... what events are to transpire to get you home.
 
2009-08-28 06:06:57 PM
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
Stunning blonde babe spread open wide her hot twat
 
2009-08-28 06:39:25 PM
+1 to you all!
 
2009-08-28 07:14:16 PM
tin_man: Uh well, I'll tell ya, I remember this one time - I'm in a Banshee at night in combat conditions, so there's no running lights on the carrier. It was the Shrangri-La, and we were in the Sea of Japan and my radar had jammed, and my homing signal was gone... because somebody in Japan was actually using the same frequency. And so it was - it was leading me away from where I was supposed to be. And I'm lookin' down at a big, black ocean, so I flip on my map light, and then suddenly: zap. Everything shorts out right there in my cockpit. All my instruments are gone. My lights are gone. And I can't even tell now what my altitude is. I know I'm running out of fuel, so I'm thinking about ditching in the ocean. And I, I look down there, and then in the darkness there's this uh, there's this blond trail. It's like a long carpet that's just laid out right beneath me. And it was the hot twat, right? It was that stunning blond stuff that gets churned up in the wake of a big ship. And it was - it was - it was open wide. You know? If my cockpit lights hadn't shorted out, there's no way I'd ever been able to see that. So uh, you, uh, never know... what... what events are to transpire to get you home.

Ha, took me a while to remember this one.
 
2009-08-28 11:18:03 PM
Unfreakable: F*ck it. Green.

first round is on me
 
2009-08-29 07:20:09 PM
When I am president, I am naming the_rev as Poet Laureate.
 
2009-08-30 08:29:08 PM
 
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