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Get the go ahead from Ma Dukes.

Insomnia is a terrible thing to waste,

so i took some pictures.

Unfortunately, they have explicit breast in them

(beautiful explicit breast if you like them small. And if you don't...go watch a porno)

and since the Ma Dukes has started to read this,

You need to get her consent for me

to show you ( explicitly ) what she gave me.

Submit a request via comment form if you are at all curious.

And if you are at all curious, there are titty pictures on here already, but

I don't remember what I titled them,

and there are over 700 posts...

So you can sift through words,

or submit me a PROPER request

for me to submit to Ma Dukes.

Now is your time to shine creatively.

Be nice though, 

I can find out where you live.

And I make a mean pipe bomb.

(For the government who will take that as a real threat, it isn't. it's a figurative threat.)


  1. All black and White ?
    I'm really interested in photography...
    And you've got an eye (too)

  2. always black and white. And thank you, I'm very glad you think so

  3. Please pretty please post your magnificent petite breast post. Not wanking to it but i am a wanker.

  4. Camille, go for it! 3rd wave feminism boo ya

  5. You guys...these have to be addressed to my mom. I'd love to post the pictures, but you have to sell it to the old lady.

  6. Dearest Miss F,

    Breasts are beautiful.


  7. You know,one more nice thing and I'm posting those pictures tomorrow.that'll teach ya!

  8. Write the poetry on the ta-tas.

  9. may i please see some of those beauties


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