Well, obscenity is in the mind of the beholder so excuse me if you are offended by anything here like this picture of this mouse's sweet tits:
I think the mouse vadge is a nice reminder that, yes, indeed, this is a mouse capable of receiving your full attention, or if you're a lady at the very least you can stick your fingers in or probe around that mouse pubis with your long, wet, luxuriant tongue. I wouldn't fuck a mouse, though, HIV is enough to worry about. Do condoms even protect againt hantavirus?
Of course, I don't spend my time whacking off to furry-art OF COURSE. But, I was planning a long post of nothing but pictures of titmice, yes the adorable tufted little birds:
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Most of the pictures I found are bird-watchers - a race well-known for their analosity - who have laced their sites with warnings about unauthorized use of their nature pictures. So, rather than send off a bunch of e-mails about "Please sir, may I use your pictures of titmouses [say it tit-muss-is, so much better than vulgar "titmice"] I'm writiing about something else entirely.
Speaking of adorable little birds. I put out a hummingbird feeder this year and I've gotten scads of the little bastards coming in on a daily basis. Hummingbirds give me hope for the future. They also frighten me. What if they grew stingers? We'd be fucked. The true impetus behind my hummingbird feeding plan is appeasement.
This weekend I borrowed my folk's new convertible for a quick trip up to Tunica with some friends. I urge anyone who ever does this to keep the top up while passing the paper-mills. Other than that, it was very pleasant drive. We didn't stay long on account of alternating heat and thunderstorms and ended up driving all the way back and then past to Abita and a vineyard out there off of 1082. They have about 15 acres of grapes. I bought a shiraz even though they don't actually grow that the variety there, they just ferment and cask them.
We took a long loop back through Madisonville up 22, I think and stopped for some beer in Pontchatoula. Crossing that old drawbridge I remembered those ridiculous boat-parades they used to have during Mardi Gras. My grandmother used to insist on going when I was a kid. I don't know anyone else who's ever gone.
If the pictues of mouse-tits turned you on. Find the full, colorized, but alternatively posed version by the same furry auteur here:
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I have no idea what I'm doing today. It's already 11:00 and all I've done is read the paper.
Later this summer, I'd like to ride the Tammany Trace. I'm pretty sure that the complete 60 mile roundtrip is doable in a day barring bear attacks or bearing bar attacks from angry hillbilly locals. They say the black bear is only dangerous to humans when it's starving.
Would anyone else be remotely interested in this? Has anyone done this and would like to offer feedback?
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Also, I've been listening to a stale playlist lately. Does anyone have a band that you think is worthy of attention? I can only listen to "Is a Woman" so many times in one lifetime.
Breast regards.
