You know you want to, but could you?

 

Yes, you want to, but could you? Would you even get past their security team, let along kicking the butt of the hardly dry behind the ears, programmer who does not relish your conservative posture. Just like Tuesday, I guess it was Tuesday, don't rightly know as I went to bed and didn't wake up until just a few centons ago. Only then because I needed food. Two slices of pizza, and to work here at Dispatch. Any mile, so tother day I after trying to get the site to load, I flat deactivated my account with ole Twitter, and don't intend to reactivate it again, at least not real soon. Why? All you see, are pages, and pages, of porn both hard core as well as soft but still porn. And talking like a drunken soldier. This kind of chatter is not I really don't think, is being uddered from the lips of no woman. If it  is, a she it's being barked by a female that surely forgot she is she. Course now days, whose to know? People just messing around with their gender. No wonder God our Father in Heaven is pissed. Leave Godly things to God, and be content, that is what it is.

Sorry getting off vector here. Yet, you want to just take a journey, to San Fran, walk into Twitter, then Facebook, then and only then, walk into Google's HQ, take a piece of lumber and plant that big stick right the side of those idiots, in those places. Thing is, could you? Would you get past the security cop, with that wooden attitude adjuster? Don't know but I'd surly love to try. 

Of course, there's the local tech crowd. Hey, I'm not paying a heap amount for internet, but couldn't White Cloud Communications, do a bit better on mbps and bandwidth? I remember not too many years ago, whilest I was residing, in Evanston Wyoming. The telecom there AllWest, I thought was below parr. Except compared to White Cloud, they were light years 

beyond White Cloud, and that was fiber over copper. But it's like one of their techs said tother day, we can do that, just show us the money. Such is life and then you die. Or Do you? How do or would you know if you died? 

The lack of breathing? The silence? Now this may come as a shock to some of ya'll, but I can still remember, albeit just little bits, but the big wreck, I had when I was just 16-1/2. I remember smokies lights in the rear view, and waking up a month later, in St. Al's ER, in Boise, wanting food. The in between I conversed with our Savior, his assistants, and all. I know it was the prayers of two missionaries, from Hazzard, that brought me through that, some days I'd like to know is why? That said, I do remember. I bring this up, as I eavesdropped on the fuzz radio, of some teen, who wanted to jump off this 3rd rock from our solar star, by consuming, a bottle of hand sanitizer. I can think of a better way of kicking the bucket. All hand sanitizer would do is make you terribly wasted, and two being very sick to your stomach. 

Next Entry; Me and Emmy Picasso. 

Until then:

As a kid without sisters, I often thought of Pantyhose as something to just hold in a fat woman's blubber!

 

There are plenty of guys, including our WolfPack members, who grew up with sisters. For them they learned much about the chronic condition called human female. For some like myself the below panty line adventures and processes were and, in many ways, still are mysteries. And not to be solved by Nancy Drew nor the Hardy Boys. 

As for me I can amuse myself for hours and am fully captive watching a feminintile put on make-up or as Janice said it, putting on her war paint. What war? It's like someone saying, " now according to the book" What book? Who wrote that book? And how come I didn't read it? 

Any mile, all the ingredients of being female just to go out and get grub for the house. Something that sadly, us male corpuscles do not do well. 

Women have a better bit of control, when it comes to impulse buying. 

So, there's products, upon products, from hair spray to toenail polish, and much in between, much more about the party pelvic region, than much of anything else. When was the last time you heard an ad about nylons on TV?

Nor a Does, or Doesn't she? Only her hair dresser, knows for sure. That was Clarol, hair products. Or the cute jingle for women's hair grease called Dipity Doo. They were cute, finely acted and you remembered the product from the jingle. Pretty much the same went for TV shows. You knew what it was by the theme music. Like 

All you needed was about two notes to know it was Airwolf, much of our WolfPack world revolves around that old Bell 222A.

I'm getting off vector here.

So, when I got the stocking bug, still don't know where or why, I thought, here was a product that was turning chubby women into size 7's. Not that the material itself was perfumed before it was packaged. 

Yet today, because of much planting the seeds, people like Sweet, of Sweetnpantyhose.com B.A.B.S. and very few others, including myself, have popularized, the fashion, to where, many women, who showed their oyster, now show pheete.

In fact, as a rule here, I will not hire anyone, until I see, or experience or both the person is in nylons. If they can't take the time to buy, wear them, what other lazy things do they do on my time? 

A year or so ago, we floated an ad on facebook, for women, for military aviation pin up models. I wanted to show it all off as it was during the roaring 1920's, flapper skirts, and all. 

 

Now granted none of them could be of the class of such treasures as Myrna Loy 

She by nature was classy, sexy, and truly a Princess in anyone's language. She also was the originator of the aircraft nose art and pinup craze. That while condoned by the military, didn't do much to enforce a no policy against the practice. Again, I'm getting I'm getting of the Glyde path here. 

So, we here at this unit of the WolfPack, put up an ad on a few social media sites 

sites, looking for local honeys, to pose with our multi-million dollar restored warbird aircraft. Of a few, one arrived, dressed to the 9's. After a long conversation, I said, " let's see your phootsies." Of course, this was a no man zone. 

Shit, all I wanted was, was to see her pheete, making sure, that all there was in order, no pigeon toes, no bunions, etc. that would detract from the sitch of her being one to enhance of rather than the interruption, of the look of the aircraft. Talk about throwing a fit. She was on fb, and all telling everyone who would read, that I and our squadron, were worse than the second arrival of Lucifer himself. This was one of the burrs that started our relocal project. Question is why? Why show up with a teasing attire on, and get all tense that I noticed? Some people just don't get it, do they?

TTYLY

Can we just get rid of the Bots? And, if your sniffing her behind, its still going to smell like poop

 

Well then:

Compooter has been acting up something fierce lately. Don't know if it swallered a bad virus, or what, but might be time to get in touch with Ian at QuickSilver. With that said, can we flat get rid of the robots and auto rotation calls? If I wanted to listen to a fracking concert, I'd go to Ballet West and watch a performance. If I'm doing business, I want to chat with someone in the outfit I'm calling that hopefully knows more about the subject than me. Artificial Intelligence to a point is okay I guess, but if I'm getting a quote on insurance, for example, I want to speak to a genuine human. Just hopefully the person doesn't have a quarter size wet spot on the crotch of her yoga pants. What pants? Ain't nothing cept a covering of a set of legs and her pelvic region. Ain't no pants to it. The point here is they ought to be wearing some sort of under drawers, so that urine deposits and the like don't show through. Guess if she doesn't care, nither should I, except it's just not professional. Which brings me to another point of that neighborhood. There are more points to cover here to cover and all, but how many times have you my fellow Wolvez, thought, I wonder what that would be like to sniff and/or kiss that phanny? 

And yet at that moment you're not thinking of where that can has been. Nor do you consider that that rump roast, might and mostly will smell or have albeit faint, but still will smell like poop. In reality it does. Not that it would matter much. See-in as if you're into the below panty line snacking, your nose is only millimeters from her anal canal. Yes, your nose will get brown, quick if you're not keeping at least one eye open. 

The only part of a human female that does not smell foul, is her pheete. Oh sure, there's the musky aroma of worn leather, and such, but her stockings and her phootsies, will smell nice and pleasant. In short:

Women's Pheete Do Not Stink.

My lunch time, see ya'll after hours.

What you see is just superficial, its what's not seen that will get ya'll

 

It's not what you see that will come up and bite your behind, it's that element of stealth, that will cripple you and leave defenseless. Some people who have no idea, of the undercurrents of Government, the hand holding of big tech, with that very government, that is about to catch most, if not all social media consumers by the crotch. There is a bill in front of Congress that will be a consumers nightmare. If you do a double click to send a news story from a major or even a local one with something from the wire, without permission, or copyright look out for Mr. Attorney. That's always been the case, however freedom of speech is not protected, and all social media, has been immune from this. Not any more. If the Current Social Media Responsibility Act is passed, Not only you, as the relayier, can be hammered, but a heavy fee to the Social media services. From Google to Lycos and in between, including Facebook, and Twitter. As the proposal goes, those social media services are going to be required to collect money from you, just to post otherwise copyrighted content. Guess who they will charge? Yup you and me. Unless you're a press agent or broadcaster, this will bite your hind end like nothing you have seen before. 

Was hearing this on Ben Shapiro's show the other night. I'm not a big Shapiro, fan, I think he sounds like he needs to blow his nose, and talk slower, so you can at least climb on board his train of thought. But this got me going. Thinking that all that stuff people share, from porn, to movies and such news, are going to get a rude awakening. Another point here, is never judge a person, by what he wears, or the shine or not, of his shoes. Nor the fact he has scars, and Callases on his hands and think he ain't got money. Fact is there is a lot you can't see, and that person, may have more going on than what you think. Example, met with two property brokers today, on our new sites for the radio station. Right away from one was a billion questions. Things that didn't pertain to property to build the new facilities, on. Really? An example of such a person. Jack, Simplot, worth tons of billions of dollars, was the happiest, in his bib overalls, with a shovel, and in an old pickup, irrigating a tater field. If you didn't know better, you'd think just another old sod buster. In reality, one that owned the better half of much of Idaho, and western Oregon. Without digging a bit under the surface, and taking in consideration the fact that person, with age and experience, might have more going on, and be a heap amount of intelligence and where for all, than what you see. You know that little statement on the surface of your right-side mirror, that reads; Objects are much closer than they appear? Keep that in mind, the next time you're speaking to a rider, a Knyte, or a member of the WolfPack. 

Have an early day of it, so its lights out.

L8R Knytes.