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Review: In Praise of Boobs – Heavenly Yoko Redux
- Thread starter H. Angstrom
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Friends, this really should have been a slide lecture, darkness at noon, but no danger of falling asleep.
A short course in boobology. Here is what I'd show:
1960s Boobs...
Boobs...
Famous boobs of antiquity:
French girls...
Fellini's choice: Anita Ekberg:
Russ Meyer's obsession:
And of course, Vargas:
You're welcome.
A short course in boobology. Here is what I'd show:
1960s Boobs...
Boobs...
Famous boobs of antiquity:
French girls...
Fellini's choice: Anita Ekberg:
Russ Meyer's obsession:
And of course, Vargas:
You're welcome.
Fine. Since we've got a bunch of history buffs here.....from the research archives.
#5 generally available now, as listed in that discussion thread. #31 all time. #31 should be viewed as a really great rack. Case closed.
Fun Yoko fact: she's a walking fucking busty Rosetta Stone. Speaks Korean, Japanese and Mandarin. Some English. Exceedingly pleasant woman.
#5 generally available now, as listed in that discussion thread. #31 all time. #31 should be viewed as a really great rack. Case closed.
Fun Yoko fact: she's a walking fucking busty Rosetta Stone. Speaks Korean, Japanese and Mandarin. Some English. Exceedingly pleasant woman.
Judge, I defer to the ultimate authority in all things boob.
Damn, that actually is her, I can tell by the smile. But it's her from a few years ago, she's definitely put on a few pounds around the waist. But at the same time, she must work out, because she still has a waist and she's quite firm, not jiggly, just ever so slightly stockier than those pictures.
Damn, that actually is her, I can tell by the smile. But it's her from a few years ago, she's definitely put on a few pounds around the waist. But at the same time, she must work out, because she still has a waist and she's quite firm, not jiggly, just ever so slightly stockier than those pictures.
Well she's got a hint more of a belly than those pictures which almost imply a six-pack - quite cute actually - and a hint of fat under the chin. Kind of going from the younger sister you'd LTK to the older sister you'd LTK. She's great - I've had a smile on my face all day. Hopefully she sticks around for awhile...
part of me wishes i took the time to expound into some eloquent prose when writing my reviews, especially when I read the finely crafted stanzas above. its almost as if there are two worlds within this world of writing about sw'ers on the internet: one world is spartan, mechanical - function over form, it exists solely to collect and disseminate information. another world overlaps though - it exists to convey the sense of rapture these encounters perhaps stir into us individually. the manner in which these moments conjure music within the mind and from the mind to the fingertips to the digital pages herein.
ok im breaking character here. fine stuff.
ok im breaking character here. fine stuff.
Exactly, robrbt, and kudos to ampreviews for providing a platform for all of us seekers and dreamers, the laconic and the loquacious - even if, in the past, the mods may have been just a touch quick with the banning button 
The act we write about is the joke that never gets old; the least original thing a human can do. There’s surely no variation we can invent that hasn’t been done millions of times before, and yet the artist within us strives to find new words to describe these encounters, and the women who enthrall us.
The act we write about is the joke that never gets old; the least original thing a human can do. There’s surely no variation we can invent that hasn’t been done millions of times before, and yet the artist within us strives to find new words to describe these encounters, and the women who enthrall us.