She could abuse me anytime
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A new one out of Austin. Not bad looking either-
http://www.cbsnews.com/news/docs-texas-teacher-haeli-wey-student-became-physical-on-africa-trip/?ftag=YHF4eb9d17
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A new one out of Austin. Not bad looking either-
http://www.cbsnews.com/news/docs-texas-teacher-haeli-wey-student-became-physical-on-africa-trip/?ftag=YHF4eb9d17
From an expert quoted in that article:
"What's different about stories of the women sexually abusing kids is that for a long time we didn't think women did it, and so it was the novelty," Shakeshaft said. "And secondly it's more voyeuristic. You put an attractive woman who is an abuser, there's a voyeuristic part of that."
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A new one out of Austin. Not bad looking either-
http://www.cbsnews.com/news/docs-texas-teacher-haeli-wey-student-became-physical-on-africa-trip/?ftag=YHF4eb9d17
She's also an Aggie
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"I've got grandsons going to that school. That hits close to home when it's in Santa Fe," said Janet Hayman.
Furlock Bones said:
i was just coming here to post this.Quote:
"I've got grandsons going to that school. That hits close to home when it's in Santa Fe," said Janet Hayman.
apparently a cheerleading coach and just a little thick. Not 3 day old queso thick but thick enough to where you know she and everybody else remembers when she wasn't thick and was really hot. Looks like the type of girl that would do literally anything in the sack because she knows she already peaked and it's all downhill for her.The Milkman said:Furlock Bones said:
i was just coming here to post this.Quote:
"I've got grandsons going to that school. That hits close to home when it's in Santa Fe," said Janet Hayman.
I'd like to see more of this one
I'm soldblindey said:apparently a cheerleading coach and just a little thick. Not 3 day old queso thick but thick enough to where you know she and everybody else remembers when she wasn't thick and was really hot. Looks like the type of girl that would do literally anything in the sack because she knows she already peaked and it's all downhill for her.The Milkman said:Furlock Bones said:
i was just coming here to post this.Quote:
"I've got grandsons going to that school. That hits close to home when it's in Santa Fe," said Janet Hayman.Y
I'd like to see more of this one
No thank you!StillNotAnAggie said:
No Facebook stalking photos yet?
Sorry I don't have an account.
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3 day old queso thick
Psht, no way you'd turn that down around closing time at Club Applebees.randy828 said:No thank you!StillNotAnAggie said:
No Facebook stalking photos yet?
Sorry I don't have an account.
Or at the age of 14. I was fappin to my 55 year old spanish teacher with flapjack teets back then.drumboy said:Psht, no way you'd turn that down around closing time at Club Applebees.randy828 said:No thank you!StillNotAnAggie said:
No Facebook stalking photos yet?
Sorry I don't have an account.
This is exactly the kind of chick you end up with at the business end of a Michael Ian Black type of weekend:drumboy said:Psht, no way you'd turn that down around closing time at Club Applebees.randy828 said:No thank you!StillNotAnAggie said:
No Facebook stalking photos yet?
Sorry I don't have an account.
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You know that song "Everybody's Workin' for the Weekend?" That's my theme song. All week I've got my nose to the grindstone, but from Friday at 5:01 pm until Monday at 8:59 am, I am officially "on swerve." Nobody parties with more intensity or focus than me. For some people, partying is what you do to unwind. Not me. For me, parties are my creative outlet. Parties, for me, are serious fun.How do I party? With exuberance. With ferocity. With a fierce desire to win. What does it mean to "win" at a party? It means having the BEST time, eating the MOST canapes, throwing up the MOST throw-up. It means showing up alone, but going home with the HOTTEST girl who is the LEAST conscious. THAT'S how you win.
This was my weekend: After work on Friday, I put on my Axe body spray and headed out into the night. This was a warm-up foray into the dark heart of party. I started at TGIFs. "Party of one?" the hostess asked. "Not for very long," I responded. Within minutes, the hostess and her two smokin' friends were sharing a heapin' plate of potato skins with me and alternately downing copious amounts of peach liqueur. Potato skins and peach liqueur? Maybe it's not a combination you're familiar with. That's because it's expert level partying. The kind they do on the Greek island of Mykonos. And trust me, once you've gone Greek, you don't look back. Unless it's her back you're looking at while you're drilling her and her two friends in the employee's break room at the TGIF, which is what I was doing about twenty minutes after I arrived. I strolled out there after paying nothing but getting everything in return.
The night was still young, so I drove over to Applebee's to see what was cooking over there. Turns out A LOT! The game was on, and I'm not talking about the football on TV. I met a couple of honeys who had a taste for the finer things in life. Like nachos and my dick. After Applebee's, it was over to Bennigans for some late night shenanigans. At this point, I was no longer hungry, but my whistle needed some wetting. I ordered a couple shots of Jaegy, and then did my thing with a divorcee who was looking for a little do-re-mi. We hit the dance floor HARD. Creed was on the stereo, and I got a little crazy when Scott Stapp told me to take it higher. I did. Higher, longer, and harder. It was all I could do to keep it in my pants. So I didn't. I twirled it around like a baton and let the majorettes fight over it. Which they did. ALL. NIGHT. LONG. T'wasesome! (Shorthand word I invented for "It was awesome.")
Saturday was pretty much a repeat of Friday. Only instead of TGIF, the Bee, and Benny G's, it was Houlihans, The Cheesecake Factory, and Pizzeria Uno. And instead of hostesses, honeys and a divorcee, it was a kindergarten teacher, a nun, and some dude named Larry. Plus a round of mini-golf with the kid I mentor. And that was just the morning. The afternoon and evening were even SICKER. Lunch was at the Olive Garden where I got my breadstick dipped in a juicy dish of olive oil. Followed by a double order of tiramisu (in this case, not a euphemism for sex), topped off with a cordial consisting of one part brandy, one part peppermint schnapps, three parts black chick riding my cock.
Then it was on to Planet Hollywood for my weekly Saturday night blowout. Hollywood memorabilia competed with my red sequined jumpsuit for attention. I don't need to tell you who won, but I will anyway. I did. I won. It's a good thing co-founders Sly Stallone, Bruce Willis, and Arnold Schwarzenegger weren't in attendance at this particular PH at the Cherry Hill Mall because their stars would have dimmed considerably next to my own galactic luminescence. The Planet spun a little groovier that night, let me tell you. If you've never done it on top of Herbie the Love Bug, you don't know what it means to live. (Unfortunately, I found out later in the week that I contracted my own "love bug" that night. Nothing a strong course of antibiotics won't fix.) I didn't sign any autographs that night, but I definitely made my mark. All over Harry Potter's cape.
Sunday was just a blur. IHOP, Chuck E. Cheese, Dave and Buster's, the library, the Hard Rock Cafe, Perkins, my mom's house, Sea World, The Ground Round, Larry's house for a little blow, Wrigley Field, your mom's house, the Space Needle, every brew pub in the world, outer space, Houlihans again, and of course, what weekend would be complete without a stop at Hooters? A lot of people think Hooter's best days are behind it. Not me. The brew is still cold, the wings are still hot, and the ass is still young and fat. There's a misconception that there aren't any fat ass Hooters girls. Wrong. And those are the ones you want to target. The best-looking Hooters girls know they're the best-looking ones, but the fat assed ones need a little reassurance that they deserve to wear the mantle. So you compliment them. You butter them up. You let them know that you came for the burgers but you're staying for their muffin. Then you go in for the kill. (Not literally, unless that's your thing. Partiers don't judge other partiers.) My server was named Patty. Patty the Fatty. Did I make that Patty melt? You know it.
The weekend ended at exactly 8:59 am Monday, at my desk, in my cubicle, a spreadsheet in front of me. Believe me, I did a lot of spreading on a lot of sheets that weekend. And a lot of thinking. Thinking about how incredible it is to live in a country where you can live free and party to win. The weeks might be tedious. After all, I can only save so many refugees doing my job at the U.N., but the weekends? T'wasome
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Also making her way in the annals of teacher sexual predators is 25 year old Santa Fe, Texas woman, Kelsey Leigh Gutierrez, who was arrested on Monday after allegedly having sex with two high students.
Bookmarked for later pooper reading.Quote:
a Michael Ian Black type of weekend
Bondag said:
Texas high school algebra teacher called off her wedding after she was arrested last month for allegedly having sex with a 16-year-old student
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"Shepreyed on myis smoking hot and i'm so proud of my sonand used our friendshipfor gaining access tohimthat hot of a teacher," the victim's father said in court Friday while high fiving his son . "I blame myself for not hitting it firsttrusting her."
when trump used to say "make America great again"...this is pretty much what I had in mind.Quote:
Ferguson met up with the teen in Lewisville, where they reportedly had sex on a park bench.
Ferguson is accused of sending the boy nude selfies, plying him with alcohol and having sex with him in her fianc's apartment while he was out of town on a hunting trip just two weeks after their initial encounter.
They went on to have sex at the apartment on several more occasions and also played beer pong and ate pizza, according to CBS.
CDUB98 said:
Anyone find some picture of our new sloot?