johnpaul

not 1938

but some appeasement anyway. i cant believe you bloodsuckers comment on some lousy silicone-pimped blonde more than on any other entry. shame on you. maybe i start a porn-blog soon

good morning

and good bye. you were hoping for some more sexiness and ass in this crappy show? 51 entries and still no tits? time to set standards, before the mighty father complains.

by the way: johnpaul took the day off, got out of b.e.d. at a single-digit-am-time(seriously, i cant remember that happening), fell in love with the new massive attack single, will go ride some powder later and believe me, it took a while to find the right illustration for this rather rich morning. here we go.
johnpaul
reloaded

naturgeile bunnies

i know what kind of bunnies you guys thought of! its not the friedman-issue yet.
it might seem tacky and very confusing, but i am the only one sporting real bunnies on google.
guess what - you can see them without being ashamed of yourself or having to pull out your credit-card. 200percent bunnies for free, without a doubt more than dirty ol´hef could take without his "friendly little helpers"...
this is the xmas-special for two lovely and very special friends of mine. they are fluffy, cute and really pretty and they have soft hairlike on a little babys head:
thats why we have a special foto-issue today.
xxx
from sophie and lil´rab with love!!

ps.
"my favourite animal is steak" merry xmas to sneak303

kitchennazi

remember i told you about this girl that beats magnolias world famous cup cakes any day. well, i have to admit that she is more than just an average girl. she is my personal kitchennazi, a real threat to kitchenlooooosers like me. i am sure that this is a common, not yet academically acclaimed problem, that lots of people share. she is the type of person, generally most adorable unless you enter her world, the kitchen. dont get me wrong, she is nor one of the bulthaupt-chicks, she is just very very very picky about food, and even more picky about the cooking process. which manifests like that: i try to help and wanna assist chopping some onions. which, under the controll of a true kitchennazi, is a highly scientific job. and although i never thought my onions tasted any different from the rest of the worlds, they can cause the first blitzkrieg. so she tries to find a new job for me: next i have to cut some potatos for some gratin . which of course turn out too thick or too thin.
after fooling around in the kitchen for some more minutes i come up with the only endlösung to kitchennazism: i resign and try to sneak out through a backdoor - which leads to the real dilemma of the night. "you never help me in the kitchen - and you invite all these people i have to feed"
yes, its absolutly true, but i can offer a deal, the munich agreement for the 21 century. i just sit, smoke and smile. and offer to do the dishes.