peekalicious ...

I am an inveterate peeker. I like to steal a glance at a woman's cleavage, then sneak a longer peek. I like to surreptiously admire a woman's bra through the gap between the buttons of her blouse when she's sitting just so. I love a woman in a tank and other cleavage-generous tops. I adore a woman who wears something sheer, or semi-sheer. I get a little nuts when a lady leans over, revealing the tops of yer tits over the lacy edge of a Victoria's secret bra.



Oh, and I LOVE (and constantly crave) the nipple slip. It's a rare, wonderous and amazing happening, and is therefore treasured, almost worshipped.

I also admire a nice ass and long, slinky legs. But I'm a breast man. It's my favorite part of the chicken and my favorite part of a woman's body. Ask a male what their favorite piece of chicken is. Then ask him what body part he likes most on a woman. Odds are, the two match. Watch out for those who like chicken feet.

Anyway, back to my point, if you want to call it that:

Why does my prediliction toward peekage make me a pervert? Why do I get such dirty looks in the very rare instances in which I get caught looking?'

After all, if women wanted to ensure that I, or anyone else, didn't get a good peek at their decolletage, their cleavage, the tippy tops of their tits, then why did they wear a top that gives everyone said good peek? The whole point of wearing a cleavage-baring top is to showcase the cleavage, yes? Just like a miniskirt is a way to showcase the legs.

So why shouldn't I peek? Shouldn't they feel good that I'm peeking? That they're peekworthy? That someone admires their assets enough to leer a little, to ogle a bit? I think my peekage should be considered a compliment.

I'm NOT pulling their tops down or off or askew to get my looks. I'm not forcing them in any way, shape or form. I don't sit under stairs or bleachers. I don't peep through windows or fence holes. I don't put cameras under desks or anything like that. I don't take pictures and post them on Web sites.

I'm just looking. If a particularly revealing woman is in my field of vision, I look. If she moves on, it's not like I stalk her to get more. I take my little peeks and file them away in my memory. No harm, no foul ... right?

Random Guam Fact Of The Day:
• In ancient Chamorro society, when children reached the age where they became young men and women, they would leave their family homes and go to stay in special community huts, where they were trained/educated in the arts of love-making. At least they knew that when they hooked up with someone, that someone would know what they're doing in the sack!

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Female Prayer

Before I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man, who's not a creep,
One who's handsome, smart and strong
One who loves to listen long,
One who thinks before he speaks,
One who'll call, not wait for weeks.

I pray he's gainfully employed,
When I spend his cash, won't be annoyed.
Pulls out my chair and opens my door,
Massages my back and begs to do more.

Oh! Send me a man who'll make love to my mind,
Knows what to answer to "how big is my behind?"
I pray that this man will love me to no end,
And always be my very best friend.
Amen.

Male Prayer
I pray for a deaf-mute nymphomaniac
with huge boobs who owns a liquor store and a boat.
This doesn't rhyme and I don't give a shit.
Amen.

Confucius says ...

Too uninspired to write, yet again. And, yet again, sharing e-mail funnies with ya:

Man who run in front of car get tired.

Man who run behind car get exhausted.

Man who walk through airport turnstile sideways going to Bangkok.

Man with one chopstick go hungry.

Man who scratch ass should not bite fingernails.

Man who eat many prunes get good run for money.

Baseball is wrong: man with four balls cannot walk.

Panties not best thing on Earth! But next to best thing on Earth.

War does not determine who is right, war determine who is left.

Wife who put husband in doghouse soon find him in cathouse.

Man who fight with wife all day get no piece at night.

It take many nails to build crib, but one screw to fill it.

Man who drive like hell, bound to get there.

Man who stand on toilet is high on pot.

Man who live in glass house should change clothes in basement.

Man who fish in other man's well often catch crabs.

Man who fart in church sit in own pew.

Crowded elevator smell different to midget.

Random Guam Fact Of The Day:
• While ancient Chamorro men were skilled warriors, fishermen and master navigators, the women were the heads of the household. That's right, the ancient Chamorros were a matriarchal society, with the women in control of most aspects of family life, inheritence and property.