Because you demanded it - the all new hot Women thread

[Mecca]

I could smell that guy’s B.O. through his words

[spike]

Sorry, Burt.

[spike]

Your quest for a worthy Trad master continues…

[BurtReynolds]

Clearly a fake account

[spike]

How will Burt recover from this

[BurtReynolds]

He just fears being cancelled.

[BurtReynolds]

I don't understand the attacks on mids anyway. Bring me all your mid girls. I will shelter them.

[spike]

He will shed his sheep’s clothing once Elon is overlord.

[spike]

We ALL will. Praise be.

[BurtReynolds]

“When you can only see her giant milk cannons through her clothes, that’s chaos, that’s the unknown”

[BurtReynolds]

God that man has incredible style.

[JuanHamm]

It looks a little like hes wearing pajamas

[Jorge]

He looks like that Tom and Jerry cartoon where Tom becomes a jazz cat

[BurtReynolds]

Perfectly balanced. Man and woman reunited into one perfect form.

[Ello Sailor]

You're one strange motherfucker, Burt.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Ello Sailor]

Stfu Trag.

[Ello Sailor]

He drew a bright green line over JP's junk to indicate "perfect balance". Yes, he's strange.

[spike]

He can be both strange and dumb. Now shake hands.

[Ello Sailor]

I don't think Burt is dumb. He just really enjoys trolling folks who are consumed by white guilt & their unhealthy obsession with kombucha.

Which I can absolutely see the appeal of.