Archive for December, 2006

12 Days of Christmas

Posted by Tusya on December 24th, 2006

12 Days of Christmas - A Cat’s Rendition

On the twelfth day of Christmas my human gave to me:
Twelve bags of catnip!
Eleven tarter Pounce treats,
Ten ornaments hanging,
Nine wads of Kleenex,
Eight peacock feathers,
Seven stolen Q-tips,
Six feathered balls,
Five MILK JUG RINGS!
Four munchy house plants,
Three running faucets,
Two fuzzy mousies,
And a hamste-e-er in a plastic ball!!

I love fucking machines (mix video)

Posted by Tusya on December 21st, 2006

sandra

Sandra got a good day with machines …

Uhhh … call me if robo will break , ill hellp ;)

I love machine sex
Amber Rayne –>

uhhh u can call me too…

Annnd u

I love
my china girl Dragonly

The Bad Girl And The Cop

Posted by Tusya on December 21st, 2006


A city cop was on his horse waiting to cross the street when a little girl stopped beside him on her shiny new bike.
Nice bike,” the cop said, “Did Santa bring it to you?” “Yep,” the little girl said, “He sure did!”
The cop looked the bike over and handed the girl a $20 ticket for a safety violation, saying, “Next year tell Santa to put a reflector light on the back of it.”
The young girl looked up at the cop and said, “Nice horse you got there sir, did Santa bring it to you?” “Yes, he sure did,” chuckled the cop.
The little girl looked up at the cop and said, “Next year tell Santa the dick goes underneath the horse, not on top.

Fuckmenator attack

Posted by Tusya on December 20th, 2006

Kinds of boobs

Posted by Tusya on December 20th, 2006

A family is at the dinner table. The son asks his father, “Dad, how many kinds of boobs are there? The father, surprised, answers, “Well, son, there are three kinds of breasts.
In her 20s, a woman’s breasts are like melons, round and firm.
In her 30s to 40s, they are like pears, still nice but hanging a bit.
After 50, they are like onions”.
“Onions?”
“Yes, you see them and they make you cry.”
This infuriated his wife and daughter so the daughter said, “Mum, how many kinds of ‘willies’ are there?”
The mother, surprised, smiles and answers, “Well dear, a man goes through three phases.
In his 20s, his willy is like an oak tree, mighty and hard.
In his 30s and 40s, it is like a birch, flexible but reliable.
After his 50s, it is like a Christmas tree”.
“A Christmas tree?”
“Yes - dead from the root up and the balls are just for decoration.”

balls

Posted by Tusya on December 7th, 2006

The game of choice for unemployed people or maintenance level workers is
basketball.

The game of choice for frontline workers is football.

The game of choice for middle management is tennis.

The game of choice for CEOs and executives is golf.

Conclusion: The higher up on the corporate ladder you are, the smaller your balls are.

Bobbi Starr is under attack

Posted by Tusya on December 4th, 2006

Bobbi Starr is under attack

aaa… my ass… aaa deeper…   continue here