14 thoughts on “Maybe There Is Something To This Country Western Thing After All?”
Pop a titty for the boys!
That was a great video
Nothin’ like bouncing boobs to get a man’s heart started in the morning. Thanks!!!
Rather be boating.
Motor?
Boat…
Don’t have to be big to be great
I think Jello has found a new spokesperson…
I keep telling ya Country & Western is where it’s at!
“I like tits for dinner
Or a noontime snack
I like tits for lunch
A big tit attack
I like tits for breakfast
Eggs-Benedict tits
What it is, tits, what it is
They’re where it’s at
Tits!”
– as penned by the great philosopher Joe Walsh
Hi Bubba!!!,
10-4!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!,
skybill
Trotting the most uncomfortable travel method in human history. In 1972 I got to ride in my Dads hometown centennial parade, he was the grand marshall, and there damn sure were none that looked like that trotting down main street for the 5 blocks of duration.
He told a story when he was a kid sitting down on main street with his Dad four men came in horse back from the west on the gravel road and his Dad pointed at one and said, “that’s the man that cut the preacher”. Will tell you the backgriund another day.
She has the horse in a modified canter, had she had that horse in a racking gait(think Tennessee Walker), it would be like riding a Cadillac. She wanted the tits and ass jingling, she is a buckle bunny…
Yes I know, still hard on the back though. Racking is actually a lot smother than a trot.
Pop a titty for the boys!
That was a great video
Nothin’ like bouncing boobs to get a man’s heart started in the morning. Thanks!!!
Rather be boating.
Motor?
Boat…
Don’t have to be big to be great
I think Jello has found a new spokesperson…
I keep telling ya Country & Western is where it’s at!
“I like tits for dinner
Or a noontime snack
I like tits for lunch
A big tit attack
I like tits for breakfast
Eggs-Benedict tits
What it is, tits, what it is
They’re where it’s at
Tits!”
– as penned by the great philosopher Joe Walsh
Hi Bubba!!!,
10-4!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!,
skybill
Trotting the most uncomfortable travel method in human history. In 1972 I got to ride in my Dads hometown centennial parade, he was the grand marshall, and there damn sure were none that looked like that trotting down main street for the 5 blocks of duration.
He told a story when he was a kid sitting down on main street with his Dad four men came in horse back from the west on the gravel road and his Dad pointed at one and said, “that’s the man that cut the preacher”. Will tell you the backgriund another day.
She has the horse in a modified canter, had she had that horse in a racking gait(think Tennessee Walker), it would be like riding a Cadillac. She wanted the tits and ass jingling, she is a buckle bunny…
Yes I know, still hard on the back though. Racking is actually a lot smother than a trot.