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2/17/2009 1:23 am |
Super geil
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12/23/2008 12:28 pm |
Blogs > Tiffish1 > Are you feeling a bit Tiffish? Are you feeling a bit Tiffish? Watch This Blog (22) This blog contains whatever comes out of my sick little brain. Sometimes it's on the serious side of contemplation, sometimes it's whimsical, and sometimes it's a bit of sick humor. If you are bothered by it, you have two options: 1. Realize that it's not serious and let it go. It's a blog. 2. Don't read it. Really! Questions to ponder: Ever wonder why no one used a condom when approaching Pandora's box? Feel betrayed that by 2000 we never got those flying cars we were promised? Do you just like reading other's bloggish insanity to feel more normal about yourself? Warning: The answers to the universe are not within. Unless your universe is very small and demented. Then all I can say is, you poor bastard. Report this for abuse Keywords | Title View | Refer to a Friend | Guest Book Nov 26, 2008 8:42 pm 636 Views Sign me please Everyone has to have one of these. It's how you show 24 Comments Childhood Memories Part 3 Dec 23, 2008 9:59 pm 4 Views At some point in childhood we find out that Santa Claus is a fiction. This is the story of how I found that out. I was about 5 years old and my family had decided to take a trip to see relatives and spend Christmas with them. Obviously my Dad's side of the family because my mother is Jehovah's Witness. (She used to make me celebrate a day before or after Christmas so she wasn't breaking the rules. Way to trick God! You really pulled one over on him...) Anyway, we were at my Aunt and Uncles. Myself and my two cousins were relegated to the upstairs bedroom while the family got themselves drunk enough to tell each other how they really felt. (My Uncle started spiking my Grandmother's eggnog really early and subsequently it was the first time I heard the word lesbian. Go Aunt Diane!) At one point the revelry and merry making woke me up. I toddled off to the washroom and back and found my cousin had taken over the bed. Instead of forcing my way back in I sat on the floor and played quietly. Eventually everyone went to sleep. Since I've been an insomniac most of my life I was still wide away when I heard my father and my uncle arguing about where to put the presents and what went into what stocking. I snuck down and looked through the banister to find presents being put under the tree. I was excited but I didn't think much of it until the next morning when I found those very same presents were from "Santa". My father almost spewed his coffee when I glared up at him and said, "These aren't from Santa! You and Uncle Brian put them here last night!" My poor cousin looked up with her big brown eyes and asked if Santa had forgotten them. Meanwhile her little sister was making her way through the wrapping paper by methodically soaking it in drool. I don't remember what they said to assure my cousin that I was wrong but thankfully she was an incredibly trusting child. I was pulled into the kitchen by my father where he asked where I had gotten such a silly idea. I said, "I saw you and Unky Brian put them there!" "Those were different presents" my father protested. "Nu uh, cause there was the sled with the bow on it." My father then back tracked and tried to explain that Santa needed him and uncle Brian to be helpers, but the presents were from Santa. I was having none of it. I was outraged. Not that Santa wasn't real. That didn't really bother me. What really pissed me off was that my parents made a huge deal about lying and here they'd been lying to me all this time. "You told me lying was bad, you lied to me Daddy! You have to go stick your nose in the corner." And in one of the few moments of genuine parental responsibility that he had ever exhibited, he went and stood in the corner. 0 Comments Childhood Memories Part 2 Dec 23, 2008 9:40 pm Mood: bored, 5 Views For part of my life I lived in the back woods of Utah. I know what you're thinking, it's all back woods. This is true, but in this case my closest neighbor was a mile down the road. Down the road there was a boy who was about 4 years older than me. Thus he was the source of all wisdom, much to my parents chagrin. He took it upon himself to teach me how to ski. When you live in the middle of nowhere you don't go to a ski resort. You go to the hills around your house. Across the highway there was a massive cabin that some reach people had built so they could live there about about three weeks a year. It was on a fairly steep slope that angled right down to the highway. Dividing the hill and the road was a wooden fence. The neighborhood boy, Aaron, gave me an old pair of skis and off we went. Most people start with a bunny slope and a half decent instructor. My introduction to skiing was much like the teaching a person to swim by throwing them in the middle of a lake. I had my skis on for about a minute before he picked me up and aimed me down hill. I immediately started flying down with him screaming "plow your skis" behind me. I didn't know what the hell that meant. I was just trying to prevent myself from either doing the splits or crossing the skis over each other. My knees were clasped tighter than a nun as I shot down the hill towards the growing fence. I remember thinking that I didn't like Aaron very much and that if I was only a bit taller I would kick his ass. That thought was pushed out of my head by the impact of body on wood. I flipped the fence, my skis did not. I have never skied since. 0 Comments Let me ram your tonsils in baby. Dec 22, 2008 8:49 pm 89 Views Okay, so there are some that will whole heartedly disagree with me, and that's great, but I just have to say this really got to me this morning. What the hell is up with guys thinking the offer to throat fuck me is going to make me wet with anticipation? Yes, I have a gag reflex, no, that isn't sexy, it actually kind of hurts. No you offering to spew cum half way to my stomach is not fucking appealing. You want to offer to lick me from head to toe until I'm a quivering mass of goo, THAT'S a turn on. That you want to ram my tonsils down into my stomach for your own personal pleasure is actually insulting to me. It doesn't feel good. The inability to breath and feeling like I'm going to hurl does not constitute sexual pleasure. Let me ram my fingers down your throat, does that turn you on? Am I selfishly here thinking of my own pleasure first? You're damn right I am. I'm not meeting people and making FwB's because I have an overwhelming itch to please someone. I whole heartedly believe in mutual pleasure and mutual means I'm in there too. So no, I'm not turned on by your want to my throat and then fuck my ass. Why? Because you missed the clit and the g-spot in that equation and you obviously could care less if I get off. Okay, I feel better now. You may commence disagreeing with me. 11 Comments I'm Addicticated to Blogging Dec 22, 2008 4:11 pm Mood: addicticated, 79 Views I've never been one to keep an opinion to myself. It's shocking, I know, but I feel compelled to share that I think the idea you've just expounded on the social dependence of homeless people to being poor is fapping retarded. I worry that you don't realize your opinion is retarded and feel it is my obligations as an intelligent thinking human being to let you know. I don't have to share my opinion on everything, just things that are either asked or are so stupid that my brain is unable to censor my mouth from spouting off. And then came this blog. A place that exists solely for me to give my thoughts and opinions on every consievable topic that crosses my brain. I'm addicted to it. I have to tell you what I think! It's blogging fun? 4 Comments Christmas no-no Dec 19, 2008 4:59 pm Mood: Perplexitated, 125 Views All things considered, it can be a real challenge to pick the right gift, or even a decent one, for people. Coworkers and employees can be especially hard. But there are very definite no-no's. My boss, who I've had some issues with in the past, but isn't a horrible person, committed a no-no. I was shocked she got me a gift, I hadn't expected one and it was thoughtful of her. However one must think of the message being sent with a gift. Let's give the back ground that I deal with some mental health issues in my job (no not my coworkers, it's actually what we deal with.) She got me, Oprah's book club copy of A New Earth: Awakening Your Life's Purpose. That's right, a self-help book. What message does this send, when first thing in the morning I unwrap a book that is nominally about finding a purpose in life? Do I seem listless perhaps? Unsure of myself and my place in the world? Odd, I was under the impression that I am a rather driven and focused sort of person who is quite sure of her own worth. Perhaps she feels that I'm hiding behind a facade of Independence. Fair enough. Some strong minded people are hiding a bit of weakness within. But on the same token, we all have weaknesses and accepting ourselves is accepting and knowing our weaknesses. And really, should a Christmas gift make you think that much first thing in the morning? Or at all? It was sweet that she thought of me. But working for a trained Psychologist has it's oddities I suppose. All things considered, she gave my coworker wine and I liked that message a lot more. 6 Comments Ice pick through the ear Dec 18, 2008 5:06 pm Mood: Much more better, 160 Views I support public transportation, I really do. Not just because I don't have a car. I actually think it's a good thing in and of itself. But there are times when on the bus all I can think is "what fresh hell is this?" Last night, coming home from work, I was feeling a lot better but just wanted to settle down into my book on my way home. This would have worked had there not been a young woman with the most piercing voice carrying on the most inane of all conversations with her boyfriend. I didn't want to listen, I tried hard not to. But there was no escape from a conversation that I felt less intelligent for having been imposed on to hear. So lets have some bus rules. 1. Talking on your cell phone while on the bus is fine. Shouting on it so that everyone around you is forced to hear is WRONG. We don't care, we don't want to know, and no we don't think it's interesting. 2. Wash yourself! And not in perfume for the love of all that's holy. I do not want to smell you, no matter how lovely you think ode to toilet water is. 3. You are ninety pounds soaking wet, why do you need two seats? And that woman coming on the bus is as old as Methuselah, get up and give her the seat. Damn punk. 4. Stop trying to feed the blind man's dog. Is that chocolate? What's wrong with you? 5. None of the other seats on the bus are taken, why must you sit right next to me? Shoo. 6. I'm reading, you can probably tell because I'm holding a book in front of my face. Stop talking to me. 7. If you are forced to stand because the bus is crowded, letting one rip in someones face is just fucked up. We know it's you, standing there trying to look non chalant. The pre-grunt push gave you away. 8. By all means, talk to yourself. But like the cell phone person, please keep it at a dull roar. I don't care about the conversation you are having with the voices in your head. 9. If you are trying to talk to your friend and she's on the other side of me, let's switch seats. I don't like being spoken through, it makes my ear hurt. 10. I can hear your music through your earphones. Are you seriously that deaf? And what's up with all them bitches and hoes that be all up in your business? Take your business elsewhere. 8 Comments Something quick Dec 17, 2008 3:23 pm Mood: *cough cough*, 195 Views Since I'm still sick, this will be a short blog. What is your favorite xmas song and if you can, provide a link. Mine is: Grandma Got Ran Over by a Reindeer http://FriendFinder-x.com FriendFinder.com=vPaGQEskSKM 13 Comments Blech! Dec 15, 2008 4:25 pm Mood: Annoyed, 211 Views There is nothing more frustrating (okay, that's probably not true, but it's my blog so feck off) than having to cancel all your plans because you're sick. It's not the sick part, it's the fact that it's a very localized illness so everything else is normal but this one stupid thing. Dammit. I feel like I swallowed some razor wire. Okay, who wants to come nurse me better? And what's up with the mood thing lately. I'm mood 40? What does that feel like? 4 Comments Peanut butter moments Dec 14, 2008 12:08 am 239 Views Time. I spread it out, a peanut butter patina across the universe of my existence to see what it catches. No honey, no vinegar. Flies in the universal ointment need not be attracted. They spawn natural in every waking moment and breed discontent in the fourth of the three dimensions. They nurse at the days and minutes and render them a refuse sandwich lacking the jelly of meaning. Shoo fly, you bother me. I find a clean corner, bite in. Dammit, I didn't want the crunch version. There are already enough nuts in the mix. I only wanted a taste. To consume and consummate my own moments and meanings. To share this eternal meal of basics. The very basic. Meals are better when shared. And without nuts. Damn these flies and nuts and tastelessness. I chew another piece, swallow my time, digested and passed through without note, without nutrition. I starve on my own seconds. It doesn't fill. It needs jelly. I just wanted a little sweetness. Was that too much to ask? I suppose. But I thought I would ask anyway. Just in case. Would you like a bite? 4 Comments Yes, Please, There, NOW! Dec 12, 2008 5:48 pm Mood: Horny, 291 Views A friend of mine mentioned a couple of weeks ago that when she's drunk she really likes anal sex. At the time I didn't really agree. Very few guys do it right. They are way too rough and treat it the same way as the pussy. Two totally different body parts which must be treated entirely differently. So my response was that what I really prefered was to do it with someone who was good at it. But that wasn't what the point of her statement was. And I didn't get that until I got really drunk with a bunch of friends and realized that I wanted sex, and not just any sex, I wanted anal sex. So much less the question of who it's good with, but more of, when the craving comes. And I thought back to the times when I most wanted and enjoyed it. Yep, drunk. What causes that? And is this a common thing? I never even noticed until she said anything either. Ah the things you learn. 7 Comments Quandry Dec 12, 2008 1:05 am 273 Views Some things stay empty, no matter how much you put into them. Only the right thing can fill the void. Are all hearts such black holes? 2 Comments The Cost of a Penis Dec 11, 2008 3:11 pm 331 Views No, this isn't about Cherry's new sex toy collection. This week I've blown off invites to go out and meet up with people because I've been flat broke. In my simplistic mind, if you don't have money, you don't go out. And I try not to mention this to people who invite me because I don't want them to feel the need to offer to pay. I mentioned this to someone and he said, "That's silly, what kind of guy makes a girl pay for a drink?" That got the old wheels turning. It's funny what will set off the brain. Have women become, or perhaps been for a long time, the equivalent of a slot machine? Guys put money in on the chance they will get something back. They may score small, a kiss or a chance to feel some goodies. They may not score at all, but then it's gambling, so you don't play if you can't afford to lose. And now and then they hit the jackpot. And hey, this is A FF, and we have the loosest slots in town... I apologize if this post is gender or hetro biased, but I never get that kind of thing between women. I assume men to be the same. It's not that I feel that my womanly powers of worth and value are undermined by a guy paying. I always consider it a gift and say thank you and that's all very nice. And I understand it used to be expected because most women didn't work and would never have money. But now it's not like that. So how come guys are still paying? And why are they still thinking they are supposed to? 9 Comments 1 2 3 4 To link to this blog (Tiffish1) use [blog Tiffish1] in your messages. 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12/8/2008 8:01 am |
#1 nice boobs
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the thirth is excelent!!
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11/28/2008 3:14 pm |
hi
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11/27/2008 1:44 pm |
#5 should win
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11/18/2008 9:55 pm |
love to be one of you on XXXMAS In India and want to enjoy lots of white Dicks and Pussy.
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11/1/2008 4:34 am |
it is very hard to decide, but I choice for a mix of non-conservative sex-appealing artistic nudity: number 8 and some others...
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wow sexy girls
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great compitition... all the entries are good but i vote #3/8 are best.
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10/27/2008 4:27 pm |
#2 is the sexyest set of tits i ever seen
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10/27/2008 4:26 pm |
i would havet to say #2 she has the sexyest boddy by far
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10/27/2008 3:22 pm |
# 6 is great!
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10/27/2008 5:53 am |
# 2 is deff the sexyest
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10/25/2008 8:41 am |
number 7 classy
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10
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number 4 is the winner and me 
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10/22/2008 3:06 pm |
MOST DEFINITLY NUMBER 3
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10/21/2008 9:06 pm |
Would share my soap and wash No2 for sure
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10/21/2008 3:34 pm |
all these girls are beautiful
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10/20/2008 12:21 pm |
beautyful ass...
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10/20/2008 12:11 pm |
my vote 3#
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10/20/2008 11:53 am |
nice... my vote 3#
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1 post 10/19/2008 5:52 pm |
I think # 3 is the best!!!Beautifull,that is art.Nice photo!!Not big ,not small.Just perfect.
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