red square

was out walking around on the red square the other day and caught sight of this lass. shorts. short shorts at that. stockings. dark glasses. on one hand i'm thinking wow would you look at that on the other other hand i'm thinking why is there a prostitute wandering around here in broad daylight. dressing like this is not a good example for the children, or for anyone in fact. it does however create a dirty visual feast for young teenage boys and old men hanging around the centre with nothing else to do except drink beer and play with a camera.

Haven't written in a while. Time to rectify that.

clean yourselves up

been a while since i've written. lovely day today, sun's shining. the slappers are out in their mini skirts and low cut tops showing off their bandy legs and sweaty armpits. what's the point in spending hours each morning doing yourself up if you don't wash yourself? do these dunces really think they'll find a man to pay for all their silly nonense when they smell like old manky shoes?

i've also heard some of them dump on the floor rather than in the bowl what the hell's that all about?

armenian girls

armenia is beautiful. armenian girls are beautiful. anyone that says otherwise doesn't know what they're talking about.

going to write a few posts about this wonderful country and it's female treasure. this is the first one.

shriya saran

shriya saran's one hell of a lass. one hell of a beautiful indian lass. she has the look of a woman that knows how to make a good creamy curry.

there's a lot of beauty in india. helps to balance out the call centres.

air fresheners

i don't understand the point of air fresheners in toilets. it should smell like a toilet, not a forest, not an ocean breeze, and not a lavender bush. if the idea is to make the next visitor feel that, contrary to the facts, he or she is in a field, on a beach, or in a rose garden, then i'm afraid it doesn't work. what you actually get is a horrible pungent mixture of sweet smelling chemicals and untreated human waste. like taking a stroll by an open sewer carrying a bunch of daisies. forget this balony. go in, put up with the smell, do your business, and leave. don't sit in there pretending you're on a tropical island.

japanese office girls

stumbled upon a picture of japanese office girls. why are they all dressed up the same sitting here? who let them out of the house? if i was the husband of one of these i'd be concerned about losing her in the crowd. it'd be like losing a pebble on a pebble beach, how the hell would you find her? you could end up taking the wrong one home and find out about it in the middle of the night. maybe the fellas over there tell them apart by their voice or something i'm sure they've got it worked out.