Wednesday, March 28, 2007


Dinner for two, or three or four.


Anonymous said...

Dr.Ralph, shame on you. Please don't show photos of bovine chicks.

finger lickin' good said...

I'll take "south of the border for dessert, Alex"

Sweet-N-Low said...

The Doc puts up some pretty titties just begging for "cat" calls, and ball scratching. After 4 days, you have nothing to say. Where are you guys?

The guys thar I know and love on this site, don't just sit there with their lips stapled shut. They're bold, strong, rude, crude and socially unexceptable. When pushed hard enough, down right sick and twisted. I miss you all, have you turned gay?

Here is an litte something that might help you escape all those female hormones running through you body making you all little girls.

It's called:
I am so sad, so sad I am.

Curse this day of Apr 1st,
I fear it is the worst.

My men so strong,
turned into ferries.

Skipping along to
pick the berries.

They couldn't stop to see
the big tits.

Fear of their wives
throwing big fits.

The titties are big an
oh so soft.

Go ahead guys,
climb up to your loft.

Be very quiet though
and don't make a move.

Close your eyes
So it can soothe.

Your mighty oak makes
all your calls.

And if you let her....
She'll cut off
your balls.

Hang tuff Doc,

Seems to me you're the last man standing. Keep on posting, save your buddies from the dark side. Bring back my men to their natural habitat.

I can only hope it's not to late.

fed up said...

Jeezus, will someone please turn the page, this picture's been running nearly a week.

puttzle said...

fu, fu.

Crabby Wife said...

The day after his wife disappeared in a kayaking accident, an Anchorage man answered his door to find two grim-faced Alaska State Troopers. "We're sorry Mr. Wilkens, but we have some information about your wife," said one trooper.
"Tell me! Did you find her?" Wilkens shouted. The troopers looked at each other. One said, "We have some bad news, some good news, and some really great news. Which do you want to hear first?"
Fearing the worst, an ashen Mr. Wilkens said, "Give me the bad news
The trooper said, "I'm sorry to tell you, sir, but this morning we found your wife's body in Kachemak Bay." "Oh my God!" exclaimed Wilkens. Swallowing hard, he asked, "What's the good news?"
The trooper continued, "When we pulled her up, she had 12 twenty-fivepound king crabs and 6 good-size Dungeness crabs clinging to her."
Stunned, Mr. Wilkens demanded, "If that's the good news, what's the great news?"
The trooper said, "We're going to pull her up again tomorrow!"

Sweet-N-Low said...

That's alittle better, we'll take little steps.

Hey Puttzle, good to see you. Had some family stuff to take care of but I'm back. I've missed ya.
YNBF.. :)

BoobWhisperer said...

I find this photo menacing, yet playful because of the way the sublime beauty of the facture visually and conceptually activates the eloquence of these, ah, pieces.

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