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Wind surfing has really taken off...Geezz, when she starts blowing surfing is over..But the wind and Kite surfers just are getting there wind, which can blow 30knots plus no sweat in the afternoon.....Someday who knows I'm going wind surfing here if I can sgueeez into a surf suit.
52 degree water about now, air prob, 65-68 over water.
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How gross to have one of those boys walking in front of you and you can count all the hearts on his boxer shorts, while hoping he does not turn around.
I am always tempted to walk up and say,
"For Pete's Sake, pull your pants up!"
Young girls are not too much different. Somewhat different style but more radical than the low cut jeans of the Sixties and Seventies. Problem is most of the young girls are fat like this old woman. Dang, young girls with beer bellies!
However, I doubt you boys object to all that fatty flesh and curly hair hanging out on the girls.
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I do not know why you boys would want to see an old fat hag in the nude. Hard up?
Heh, heh, heh.. ;)
Colors are shot, some crystalizing of the slide after a couple of decades of storage. I did what I could to restore the picture. Sorry about the poor quality. If you could see into my mind....
Only picture I could find of a front view. This is moments before I dropped my top and turned about for the judges.
Gosh, those were the days when I could shake a tail feather, turn heads of young men and not attract old white haired bearded sailors carrying harpoons. Boy Howdy, did I shake it good for the judges and audience! I was really working that crowd.
Just noticed, tonight, one of the judges is chewing on one of his fingers.
After losing my top, turning about and jiggling, a bit of long silence, then applause, hoots, wolf whistles, then...
* deep masculine official PA system voice *
"Contestant number eighteen, you are disqualified. Please step down from the stage."
The crowd went crazy! I stayed on the stage!
Heh, heh, heh.... such a tease am I.
Today, best I can do is drive 'em crazy with written words and tall tales.
My husband, bless his heart, tells me I still have it. I love him when he whispers me lies.
Purl Gurl ___
Whispers
Whisper me sweet lies, soft sweet lies, Tickle my fancy beyond deceitful delight. Bring a slight sly smile with wicked cries. Tell me, please tell me, during midnight Of beautiful fireflies and dragonflies. Lover of mine, reality is truely my plight, So whisper me sweet lies, soft sweet lies.
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