FUCK YEAH! Y'all need furry action to give erections to your pants? Sometimes even the PSE or the GFE or the HME is enough for Eddie and these are the times in which he loves to yiff some cute Furry such as the beautiful young poodle to the right in the picture above!
GIVE LOVE in a playful furry fashion to your Ed and Eddie will be a good master, sure to be giving dog treats to all the pretty bitches!
For 72 years, Florida's state bird has been the feisty mockingbird, a gray-feathered mimic that is as likely to show up in a suburban back yard or a downtown park as in a forest or a swamp.
But the mockingbird is also the state bird of Arkansas, Mississippi, Tennessee and Texas. So the state wildlife commission asked schoolchildren to pick a new state bird. More than 20,000 voted for the osprey, a raptor sometimes called the fish hawk.
The osprey "represents the thousands of miles of river ways, lake shores and coastlines that make Florida distinctive in the United States and where this regal bird makes its home," the staff of the Florida Fish and Wildlife Conservation Commission wrote in a memo last month.
However, past attempts at persuading the Legislature to change the state bird have failed. They were shot down by one very powerful, very determined lobbyist: Marion Hammer of the National Rifle Association. And as far as she's concerned, this osprey idea just won't fly.
"I remain unequivocally opposed to changing the state bird," Hammer said last week.
Hammer made it clear that she's not taking this stance because the NRA has a policy on which species of bird best represents the Sunshine State. She just loves mockingbirds.
She also likes the fact that mockingbirds are willing to fight other birds, even larger ones, that might threaten their nests.
"They are very protective of their family and of their territory," she said.
In 1999, more than 10,000 schoolchildren signed a petition to change the state bird to something far rarer than the mockingbird: the Florida scrub jay. Supporters of the scrub jay boasted about how gentle it is, how it will eat peanuts right out of a person's hand.
Hammer was unmoved.
"Begging for food isn't sweet," she testified in a committee hearing. "It's lazy and it's a welfare mentality."
Scrub jays had lots of other bad habits that disqualified them to represent Florida, she contended.
"They eat the eggs of other birds," she told lawmakers. "That's robbery and murder. I don't think scrub jays can even sing."
As for the 10,000 kids who signed the petition, Hammer said, "Did the other 2.5 million schoolchildren refuse to sign the petition because they wanted to keep the mockingbird?"
Last Nov. 4, on the same day the adults were picking a new president, 78,000 children cast ballots for a new state bird. The osprey won with 28,229 votes, according to Judy Gillian of the wildlife commission. The next step would be getting a bill passed by the Legislature.
Hammer remains unconvinced that there's any need to change birds. Ever since it was chosen in 1927, she said, "the mockingbird has served us well. You shouldn't kick it to the curb just because it's old."
When Eddie gets ready for a night with a favorite escort he makes sure to sexy himself up like crazy! It's wild to be able to afford all the hot GFE, PSE and HME that Eddie wants. Of course you too wish your nipples were as naturally pink as Eddie can offer to the ages beyond all recount. His is a glorious body that no one other can even begin to see the ways in which is ideas and ideals are absolute and the actuality of it all is that for Eddie sometimes the realty of the situation is even better than the very best that you can see in yourself, trapped alive forever - Eddie goes mad for the playing of eternal sexual games that he enjoys! WHen you turn your face away from the sky and when you turn away from the sun he is creating an army of altogether new and different experience within the context of all heart and heat and decent human beings are going to hate the sort of sexual heat that the Edward brings to the social experiment of sexual excorting services, in Vancouver and Calgary. Calgary take me away!!
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Let me put the terms GFE, PSE, and HME (Honey Moon Experience) on the examination table. GFE is in line with the tender loving care, sensual and mellow, romantic and gentle sort of interaction between a SP and a client. Now PSE is the slutty, high energy sort of contact sport between a SP and a client. With HME, one can say it is the ultimate culmulation of romanticism and loving feeling between a SP and a client. Surely these definitions or descriptions can be amended or tailored to individual needs. Still they are conceptually distinct but compatible with each other. That is to say, one can have GFE, PSE, and HME in a rendezvous with an SP. Perhaps the simultaneous manifestation of GFE, PSE, and HME can be expressed in terms of the orgasms of the participants during the rendezvous? It is interesting to hear this not just from the hobbyists’ opinions but from the SPs’ perspectives as well. Thanks.
The experienced girlfriend is not enough after the ful PSE experience! Ed now requires the dp, donkey punch and strawberry shortcake to maintain the ewrecked high! The ladies and gentleman are regarding this new rough age of love with excitement and fear as bodily harm resulting in death during intercoarse is the notorious orgasm high!!!
JUST LIKE THE FOOD PYRAMID IT IS IMPORATNAT TO FOLLOW THE SEX PYRAMID TOO. BE SURE TO GET YOUR FPSE (federal porn star experience) ALLOTED AMOUNT OF ANIME PEN AND INK COMPUTER PiXEL SEx OR YOU COULD DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Eddie is all about the virtual realty worlds of warcraft and the hardcore sex dancing that he can find there! Why on Earth would anyone ever want to leave their mom's basement when you can have all the vitual PSE hot sex you'd ever want with the Wizzard of Worcraft right on your computer console?!?!
She knew what I was going to say before I could even say it. Constructing the ultimate experience in plesore was the main mission. Awlways on the prowl for new experiences to take you to the next level she says? A PSE is the way I have must be it for maintaing erecksons! The GFE may not be enuff anymore she ask?? No. Yes! The adult industry standard is good enough for you and me!
Melody,
IT would seem to me PSE includes hot uncovered oral [lots of fun licking and slurping], CIM, Facial, dirty talk, etc... and probably for some folks greek. Interested to see what others think. Price?? Name it girl!!!!!!!!!!!!! LOL, I've seen such reviews on TER... $350 and up [US dollars]. So say in a 'stiff' place like Victoria I would think a premium is in order... start at $500 Canadian and go up from there to as high as................ ONEK?
Guys! I want to tell you about a recent red hot GFE that I had with the lovely lady pictured above.I went over to "Carmen's" apartment and she met me at the door with the biggest smile you've ever seen! After a sensuous hug "Carmen" sat me down in her living room, a stylish European Deco location. I left an unsealed envelope with the fee in it on the living room coffee table. Then "Carmen" asked me to take a shower in the bathroom off to the center of the foyer before we went out. Her bathroom was amazing, well organizing all peach tile and soft white linen towels. I locked the door and turned on the hot water. The shower head was fantastic, the exact right amount of water pressure! Let me not ignore the perfect quality of the body wash, shampoo and conditioner!! OMG, I lathered myself, washed my hair and had one of the most sensuous showers of my entire life. After fully washing myself, I took time in the shower just to enjoy the sweet water pour down on me. Upon finishing my shower, I toweled myself with the luxurious linen, reveling in every sweet moment. I left the bathroom and discovered that my hour was up, oh what a shower that an hour could fly by so fast! I thanked "Carmen" and we shared a final warm embrace before I left her studio and returned to my career as an ubsutrial subparstar!
Here's another grate story from the bible. Babalon was a horny chick who Aleister Crowley liked to have sex with. She built a really big tower so that everyone could see her boobs and also so that she could claim to have a bigger rod than any of the guys she knew. Well, Godhad been frequently having "relations" with this chick Babalon so he was perty pissed when she was saying all this shit about having the biggest rod. So God came down hard on the smiting side, he went outdoors and opened up his car and got out a big jug of liquid plumber which he then poured down all the Aquaducts of Babalon's home city. The Aquaducts had long been clogged and when all the water flooded out the shift in ground pressure caused the foundation of Babalon's tower to fall down, killing her and just about everyone else in her town. God thought that was pretty funny and I don't blame him for that. The moral of this story is never say that your dick is bigger than God's. It's not. God's got the biggest dick in town!
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OH BABY. Eddie can't get enough! When it comes to burning rubber and googling his horns your's turly is to be having quite the addiction dilema. To go out into the world or to draw the curtains and dive into the seedy realm of search engines and sexy bike horns! Whats a boy to doo???
OOPS! Did we miss something? To herr is human, to forgive is design. We all make mistakes, friends, and your's Eddie is only human (?). Sometimes little things slip past us like those android tears in the spring shower. But better late than never! 602 motherfucking posts? Are you kidding me? Over 100 fucking posts in one month? What the fuck?I'm blogging you so hard you barely have time to blog! Blog that in your blog and blog it you blogging blogger!
Meow meow like you! Meow meow like your face. Meow meow come inside! Meow. Meow inside meow heowse. Meow inside meow heowse. Meow up a chair and meow meow meow.
One of my favorite of the Bibble stories is the story of Violent J and the loaves and fishees. At the Gathering of the Juggalos, the Mormon Juggalos were sad because they only had loaves and fishees while all the other hot Juggalos and Juggalettes had beer and meth. Well, Violent J (J for Jaysus) saw the sorrow of the Mormon Juggalos and Juggelettes and spake thus unto them; "Be not sad my beautiful Juggalos and Juggalettes, I am Vilent J the light and way to our Lord Godz yo! If thou layest down thy loaves and thy fishees I will work miracles unto them if only it is that you believe."
Angry Boner, a Mormon Juggalo spake thus in return; "Violent J, I hear your words unto us and yet I call bullshit. Even the amazing poer of the Lord God as it moves through you and all the Insane Clown Posse be not enough to transmute the base lame shit into hot drugz and booze."
It came to pass that Vilent J then delivered the message of the Lord's wrath unto Angry Boner by beating his ass unto the ground.
"Be there any more unbelievers among you?" Asketh J. The other Mormon Juggalos shook their heads and with a wave of his wand Violent J worked magic unto the loaves and the fishees and brought in their place delicious Papst Blue Ribbon Beer and Skrank in their stead.
It was a time for rejoicing!
The moral of this Bibble story is that it would be most sad to be at the Gathering of the Juggalos without booze and skrank.
When he comes to you on the water extend both tentacles and take him between your mandibles. Do not fear the soft tenderness of long hair caressing your barnacles, do not shoot ink in terror when he comes to save YOU. You relate that the present cosmos is only the last of a series, having arisen in stages from the wreck of the previous universe. In this account, you are the lone survivor of the previous, alien universe. Good luck!
It's true. A repetitive motion injury can make mince meat out of perfectly good intentions! It's wise to take what they give you and turn out the best results possible. But really, how much can we do with blood, smoke and hair?
Bike horns became a part of my life when I was 19 years old. I was instantly hooked -- there was none of that "only on the weekends," or "I'll only stay up for two days tooting my horns." I eventually tried to do that, but control was impossible. I was powerless over bike horns; I just didn't realize it or wouldn't admit it at the time. I couldn't quit. I used to google images of bike horns almost every day for seven months and then I hit bottom. Seven months. That’s all it took for me to lose everything.
When I started my obsession with bike horns, the only thing I knew about it was that they were horns for your bike, they went “toot toot” when you honked them. At the time, I had the mentality that "it" wasn't going to happen to me. I would never become obsessed with that sweet sweet “toot” sound.
Over the next seven months, bike horns became the most important thing in my life. Everything I did, I did to get more bike horns and to google more images of bike horns. I didn't know what else to do. I stopped talking to my family because I didn't want them to know about my little secret. I smuggled bike horns in with me to work and I was tired because I hadn't slept in days, so many nights had I poured over images of bike horns. I only called my mom to borrow money. I wasn't able to pay my car payment, car insurance, rent, or any other bills because I spent my money on bike horns. I lost sixty pounds because I didn't eat when I was fawning over my bike horns. Maintaining my hair, brushing my teeth and showering regularly was impossible for me, so I just quit doing it. I used people and manipulated people for more bike horns. I began to consider taking up male stripping so I could have more money to buy more bike horns.
I changed my values so they matched my behavior; it was "right" if it got me access to more hot bike horns. I tried to jump out of a car moving at over seventy miles per hour to grab at a little kid’s horn, and yet I kept buying bike horns. I blacked out and hallucinated about the exotic honks of “Winnie the Pooh and Tigger Too” bike horns, and even that didn’t stop me. Some would say I had a choice: bike horns or a life -- and I chose bike horns. Before I squeezed that first bicycle horn, I did have a choice. After that, I was in the grip of a disease more powerful than myself. I lived to honk and honked to live. There was no choice, I had to get toot and toot the horns. I did anything to get more bike horns. I even went to jail for bike horns.
My head is swollen and full of fish! Please open the mouth and watch us swim upstream into your heart. We are the music makers, and We are the dreamers of dreams. Don't shut us out.
The patting fo the red seas was a very improtant time for Mosis. The sea was full of water when he and his tribe of robots needed to get across to escape from the forces of Skeletor. Mosis could pray better than anyone else because of a prayermachine that he robotically installed into his larynx. God was so impressed by the perfectly pitched autotuned prayer that he split the red sea into two so that Mosis and his tibe of Mositron280s could get away from the legions of Skeletor. THe message fro this Bibble passage is taht it's important to be up to date on your software updates!
Eddie Entropy was on the deck of the USS Enterpirse looking for sexy excitements with the Star Fleet ladies of different cultrues! Down the hall he caught site of the lucious Chief Communications Officer Uhura.
"Hello, Chief Communications Officer Uhura. You look sexy today." Said Eddie, his uniform straining to contain the excitement that his space faring heart felt when gazing upon her lucious spacelady body.
"Hello Eddie, thank you for the compliment." Purred the lucious lady in a sultry voice that flet like velvet to Eddie's ears.
"Would you like to do the sexing in the captain's quarters while Capt. Kirk is down on Alabastarr VIII?" Eddie asked Chief Communications Officer Uhura, the lucious star fleet beauty. He licked his lips all the way across to show that he was serious about his sexing.
"Eddie." cooed the lucious bodied woman with the star fleet uniform that clung to her body in all the right places, including her breasts. "Eddie, your come on to me is Fasle."
"Wh-what? Fasle?" Whimpered Eddie, so sad to see his chances with the lucious speciman begin to drift away.
Just because Eddie has switched colors on his bloogings doesn't mean that he's not still full of theDARK SHITtoo! Just check this yo, and tell me that Ed's not cutting edge with theDARK SHIT VIBE!!Before you write in and wonder how you can be soDARK SHITyourself, take a moment to ask yourself if you think that that is even any sort of possibility? Of course it's not,EDDIE IS THE KING OF THE DARK SHIT VIBE!!!
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