tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80854698920897653032024-02-19T03:47:54.349-08:00Still Full of ItJuliettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07531704909089638699noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085469892089765303.post-42900415711832401682017-08-04T16:14:00.002-07:002019-03-11T08:28:11.028-07:00A Sobering Moment<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="color: #666666; font-size: 16px; text-align: justify;">One of my most outrageous memories from university happened as a result of a dare. A few years ago a couple of friends and I were hanging out at our dorms when we decided to get drunk and play Truth or Dare. </span><br style="color: #666666; font-size: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><br style="color: #666666; font-size: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #666666; font-size: 16px; text-align: justify;">Of course I was the first one to get picked, I chose dare immediately, needless to say I was way past tipsy at this point. I was dared to go outside to the beachfront and leap off the end of the dock. So I did.</span><br style="color: #666666; font-size: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><br style="color: #666666; font-size: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #666666; font-size: 16px; text-align: justify;">Problem was it was dark. Extremely dark, so dark you couldn't really see anything; I hit the water, swam to the ladder edge, and climbed up. My friends were waiting for me and they threw a towel (the important thing is that it was REALLY dark). </span><br style="color: #666666; font-size: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><br style="color: #666666; font-size: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #666666; font-size: 16px; text-align: justify;">We were walking back and I felt alive! I was dancing my way back (we were now near some stores and PLENTY of light) and I threw my towel off and pranced forward feeling so cool. </span><br style="color: #666666; font-size: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><br style="color: #666666; font-size: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #666666; font-size: 16px; text-align: justify;">Suddenly everyone gasped, some guys were hollering, cars were honking and I was thoroughly confused and still very drunk. My friend snatched my hand back and threw the towel on me. </span><br style="color: #666666; font-size: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><br style="color: #666666; font-size: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #666666; font-size: 16px; text-align: justify;">Turns out I had lost my bikini top in the water. I had just flashed everyone in the middle of a fairly busy street. If I were sober enough to feel any shame I would have been scarlet. </span><br style="color: #666666; font-size: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><br style="color: #666666; font-size: 16px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="color: #666666; font-size: 16px; text-align: justify;">From what I was told I giggled loudly and yelled back at the guys trying to pick us up and I took the towel off again. I had to be carried back to my dorm room. Oh, the morning after shame.</span></span>Juliettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07531704909089638699noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085469892089765303.post-91044217667465116542015-11-30T07:16:00.000-08:002015-11-30T07:16:00.456-08:00Asparagus<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Juliettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07531704909089638699noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085469892089765303.post-78424879103311736982015-11-11T07:15:00.003-08:002015-11-11T07:15:56.705-08:00Hooray for the Man of Steel!There is a little town in lower Illinois named Metropolis. The town is anything but a real Metropolis, but it has a statue of Superman.<br />
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Going to see Key West on this trip!Juliettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07531704909089638699noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085469892089765303.post-67269950180064183892013-10-02T18:59:00.003-07:002013-10-02T18:59:46.798-07:00Convenient Statue<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I had a religious moment. I wanted to share it with you.Juliettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07531704909089638699noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085469892089765303.post-56115807749520588412011-11-07T16:59:00.001-08:002011-11-07T16:59:25.928-08:00Bunnies I<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd393/raziel-lufc-1978/sexy%20cosplay%20girls/sexy_cosplay_girls_14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" ida="true" src="http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd393/raziel-lufc-1978/sexy%20cosplay%20girls/sexy_cosplay_girls_14.jpg" width="265" /></a></div>Juliettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07531704909089638699noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085469892089765303.post-60190016703246158072011-10-21T00:18:00.000-07:002011-10-21T00:18:00.463-07:00Duct Tape Bikini Girl<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j301/zoolanderposer/casey-duct-tape-bikini.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" oda="true" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j301/zoolanderposer/casey-duct-tape-bikini.jpg" width="300" /></a></div>Juliettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07531704909089638699noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085469892089765303.post-73846115006763512622011-10-15T16:21:00.000-07:002011-10-15T16:21:00.605-07:00FEMEN II<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b35/new4me/etc/femen1ab.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" kca="true" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b35/new4me/etc/femen1ab.jpg" width="377" /></a></div>Juliettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07531704909089638699noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085469892089765303.post-65246301088017186162011-10-03T16:20:00.001-07:002011-10-03T16:20:40.383-07:00FEMEN I<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1235.photobucket.com/albums/ff424/ciscazarmansyah/54-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" kca="true" src="http://i1235.photobucket.com/albums/ff424/ciscazarmansyah/54-3.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Juliettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07531704909089638699noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085469892089765303.post-25633337608390738952011-07-06T12:48:00.000-07:002011-07-06T12:48:30.310-07:00He's a Real DickApparently, in the USA one way of disparaging a politician is to call him a sponge pudding. Here's a tasty spotted dick that the English love.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Usually, the person disparaged is simply called a "Dick"; a pudding without the currants.</div><div align="left"></div>Juliettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07531704909089638699noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085469892089765303.post-79674111451599317262011-06-17T07:16:00.000-07:002011-06-17T07:16:06.476-07:00Rhode Island<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj23vEIMpcTu5MbcMcp3S1IkZcvxFE6BSBX8y_KB3n4RYZPUWlyJUO2Qe4vThaNfqg4VYJgoRU9gb_Mi_z1zL50A-MCNs8eLVUdbm80TNicZA5P4Mw3lvqNIpfsBpQhSHwe-cC7lNHvkUE/s1600/Welcome-to-Rhode-Island.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj23vEIMpcTu5MbcMcp3S1IkZcvxFE6BSBX8y_KB3n4RYZPUWlyJUO2Qe4vThaNfqg4VYJgoRU9gb_Mi_z1zL50A-MCNs8eLVUdbm80TNicZA5P4Mw3lvqNIpfsBpQhSHwe-cC7lNHvkUE/s400/Welcome-to-Rhode-Island.gif" width="400" /></a></div>Juliettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07531704909089638699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085469892089765303.post-86938949742122407872011-06-12T18:40:00.001-07:002011-06-12T18:40:45.026-07:00Statue of License: A ConceptTo complement the Statue of Liberty, why not also have a Statue of License:<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But it's okay here in St. Martin. :-)</div>Juliettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07531704909089638699noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085469892089765303.post-17939246807217195132011-04-20T18:10:00.001-07:002011-04-20T18:10:27.041-07:00Liberty Directing the People: Delacroix Parody<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x254/Minnta/Girls/Slayers___French_Revolution.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="286" i8="true" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x254/Minnta/Girls/Slayers___French_Revolution.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Juliettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07531704909089638699noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085469892089765303.post-47916836756586195632011-03-20T17:42:00.000-07:002011-03-20T17:42:00.159-07:00Time for a Swim<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">It's always that time on St. Martin.</span></strong><br />
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Recently, this has spread to another, surprising area: tattooing. Specifically, the Cross and the Rock of Ages themes have become more prevalent, as some Christians wish to proclaim their faith through body ink, just as their secular-minded neighbors have chosen other motifs.<br />
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Even the oft-scorned "tramp stamp" has been put into play. This type of tattoo, often identified with girls or women of loose morals, has become increasingly chosen as an alternative expression by Godly Christian women who find it a good way to make a Religious Statement. Crosses, Holy Bibles, scriptural verses, and the acronym WWJD have become increasingly chosen as a form of lower back art. Obviously, the wearer must be moderate in her choice of swimwear, not erring by choosing too-brief bikinis (but the 1960's style swimsuits are acceptable) or jeans that ride too low. Please don't make any cracks here!<br />
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We have to applaud this striking development in the general improvement of young people.</strong>Juliettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07531704909089638699noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085469892089765303.post-80710468667691577982011-01-01T17:08:00.000-08:002011-01-01T17:08:17.665-08:00Bosom Caresser<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">This is a nice summertime cocktail:</span></strong><br />
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<div style="background-color: transparent; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"><div style="padding-left: 10px;"><strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span property="v:amount">1 1/2 oz brandy</span><br />
<span property="v:amount">1 oz maderia</span><br />
<span property="v:amount">1/2 oz triple sec or Cointreau</span></span></strong></div><br />
<div class="RecipeDirections" property="v:instructions"><strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">In a mixing glass half-filled with crushed ice, combine all of the ingredients. Stir well. Strain into a cocktail glass.</span></strong></div><br />
</div>Juliettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07531704909089638699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8085469892089765303.post-22898192705386685962010-12-09T13:01:00.001-08:002012-03-06T08:51:46.150-08:00A Letter to 'Ask Amy'<strong>This appeared in the <em>Herald-Tribune</em>, a fine newspaper:</strong><br />
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<strong>"Dear Amy: I own a duplex. The other side of my duplex is owned by a single woman. We have lived alongside each other for 10 years with absolutely no problems. We are good neighbors but not intimate friends.</strong><br />
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<strong>The problem is that recently a man has come into my neighbor's life, and, because our bedrooms share a wall, I can hear them when they make love.</strong><br />
<strong>The headboard hits the wall, and so I feel like I am eavesdropping on everything they do!</strong><br />
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<strong>I go to bed fairly early, and they arrive home at midnight, and then the noise starts. I've had three hours of sleep or so when I am awakened, and then I am up for the rest of the night!</strong><br />
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<strong>It's strange, but I am the one embarrassed by this!"</strong><br />
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<strong>This is a fairly common experience for people who live in poorly-insulated apartments or who go to underinsulated hotels: you hear more of the neighbors than you wish.</strong><br />
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<strong>I was in that situation, and a friend of mine and I decided to mimic a sex session, much like Meg Ryan did in that movie with Billy Crystal. We made sufficient groans, sighs, oh Gods! and rocking movements to suggest that we were really getting it on. We weren't sure whether it would urge them further, or cause them to modulate their lovemaking. We really didn't think it through.</strong><br />
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<strong>We also did not think through an effect on us: we found mimicing arousal to be arousing.</strong><br />
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<strong>And we went from friends to friends with benefits.</strong><br />
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<strong>I don't know in which we were noisier. I was distracted!</strong>Juliettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07531704909089638699noreply@blogger.com1