docellis wrote:This reminds me of how girls wear like "princess" (or whatever) across the butt of their jogging pants. They have to want people to look at their @ss if they wear those - but yet I suspect they would deny that...
I was yelled at by a chick who had "JUICY" on her but, I told her she probably should have had "PLEASE DON'T LOOK AT MY BUT, I AM VERY SESITIVE ABOUT IT" on there, and I was sure it would fit. She just looked at me like this .
Leroy wrote:Seriously, they throw it out there and basically say, 'Look at me!!'.
But they get mad when you look.
Makes perfect sense.
George: He's right! It's the same thing with the feminists. You know, they want everything to be
equal, everything! But when the check comes, where are they?
lukethedrifter wrote:a drunk *quick look* can last minutes
Creepy stare vs quick look
I see no difference.
In for a penny, in for a pound.
I LOVE cleavage... but it probably goes back to some mother complex guys have. A good bosom should be like a welcoming hearth, something you can just rest your head on like a little baby. Take this woman's cleavage for example [kinda sorta safe for work]: http://www.diealloverme.com/kingdom-music.jpg
I think they're perfect. Natural, large, soft, welcoming - not fake and trashy like you see on other women. She's like mother nature telling you to come rest your head on her bosomy pillows....
Anyway, I'm starting to sound like a perv. Oh, and that chest belongs to a member of a band I've been digging lately: http://www.myspace.com/thekingdom
I thought you were playing a prank on us until it reached the bottom of the picture...real nice-looking lady...
Yeah, true. But I figure the dudes are a good contrast.
JERRY: You're supposed to just take a peek after a poke. You were like you just put a quarter into one of those big metal things on top of the Empire State Building.
GEORGE: It's cleavage. I couldn't look away. What am I, waiting to win an Oscar here? This is all I have in my life.
JERRY: Looking at cleavage is like looking at the sun, you don't stare at it. It's too risky. You get a sense of it and then you look away.
GEORGE: All right. So, he caught me in a cleavage peek, so big deal. Who wouldn't look at his daughter's cleavage? She's got nice cleavage.
JERRY: That's why I poked.
GEORGE: That's why I peeked.
JERRY (to Elaine): If you hadn't gone into her restaurant, this never would have happened.
ELAINE: Look, I don't like people talking about my shoes behind my back, okay? My shoes are my business. The two of you shouldn't have been looking at some fifteen year-old's cleavage anyway!
GEORGE: He poked me!
JERRY: There was cleavage in the area. That's a reflex - <mimics nudging someone with an elbow> - cleavage-poke, cleavage-poke...
ELAINE: But she was fifteen.
JERRY: You don't consider age in the face of cleavage. This occurs on a molecular level, you can't control it! We're like some kind of weird fish where the eyes operate independently of the head.
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But I figure the dudes are a good contrast.
