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re: Tiger Tales: True Confessions, Brushes With Fame & Infamous Tiger Escapades!
Posted on 10/30/12 at 12:19 pm to the808bass
Posted on 10/30/12 at 12:19 pm to the808bass
808bass, glad you chimed in! quote:
This has been "Brushes with Greatness" with the808bass.
DC is an awesome place to visit. I spent six weeks there one summer while Romeo had a four-month temporary placement with his agency. Loved it all, but Arlington Cemetery was maybe my favorite. Took daily walks there, as our apartment was nearby.
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Posted on 10/30/12 at 1:00 pm to Bogie00
If anyone gets the chance, go to the WWII memorial, or the mall in general for that matter, after midnight on a clear night. It is a totally different place at night. The WWII memorial is spectacular but so is the korean war memorial.
For you fellas, the ladies love it. For the ladies, you will love it.
For you fellas, the ladies love it. For the ladies, you will love it.
Posted on 10/30/12 at 2:17 pm to Bogie00
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The girls and I spent the afternoon visiting art galleries, museums, bars, and attempting to learn each others language. We sat in the grass in Jackson Square and taught each other french and english words.
"You are (pointing to Annie)...pretty (pointing to a flower). I like you."
After nearly an hour of laughing, playful touching, and communication that bordered on sign language, Annie's friend Anna stood up with her purse. I believe that she felt like a third wheel and excused herself to give Annie and I privacy. Anna hugged Annie. Then she turned, smiled at me and said in a playful thick french accent, "be nice, mister." She walked away.
Annie was the epitome of an attractive french girl - dark curly hair tied back behind her ears with a vibrant silk band, natually wet pursed lips, and brooding eyes that blurred the lines of menace and lust. She wore a yellow sun dress.
Occasionally, one of the straps on her sun dress would fall down her shoulder exposing a bit more of her tanned and slightly freckled chest.
She didn't care. She embraced herself, her body, and the spell she had over me...
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The girls and I spent the afternoon visiting art galleries, museums, bars, and attempting to learn each others language. We sat in the grass in Jackson Square and taught each other french and english words.
"You are (pointing to Annie)...pretty (pointing to a flower). I like you."
After nearly an hour of laughing, playful touching, and communication that bordered on sign language, Annie's friend Anna stood up with her purse. I believe that she felt like a third wheel and excused herself to give Annie and I privacy. Anna hugged Annie. Then she turned, smiled at me and said in a playful thick french accent, "be nice, mister." She walked away.
Annie was the epitome of an attractive french girl - dark curly hair tied back behind her ears with a vibrant silk band, natually wet pursed lips, and brooding eyes that blurred the lines of menace and lust. She wore a yellow sun dress.
Occasionally, one of the straps on her sun dress would fall down her shoulder exposing a bit more of her tanned and slightly freckled chest.
She didn't care. She embraced herself, her body, and the spell she had over me...
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This post was edited on 10/30/12 at 2:21 pm
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