I remember being a lad, lost in stupidity and confusion. Being a sloth as I dragged myself down the road, to the pub, and got drunk on my paultry wages ( i always looked older than I should). However, that was then. Now, entering one score and ten years on this planet, I am merely stupid, but it is a refined stupidity. But this is isnt the point. My point is sexual growth and the object of my desires.
When I was about so-and-so age, I watched Alien, the Ridley Scott film. That film offered me a character of utter sexual energy in Ripley, who at the end, strips down to the most dangerously scanty panties I had ever seen. Oh, how I urged to find a woman who could kill alien life forms and still look better than a model playing Lara Croft!! But it wasnt to be. I ended up venting my frustrations out on some poor lass who would help me find my way home after a night out, even when I fell asleep in the pizza.

Last night I watched Alien again. The first time since I last saw it and still found myself getting stirrings for the young Miss Weaver, who I can definetly say, possessed a character that I have rarely seen since in films. In fact, not even Miss Dunst’s meat bullets can compare to the bald beaver shot of Weaver, and her scrawny little crack of an ass!!! Pure heaven.

Ok, Ok, so you cant see her beaver properly, but you know she shaves it. And thats the difference for me all these years on. All my experiances have taught me to recognise the fact that she shaved herself for the benefit of the audience. What a pro!!!

Sad arent I! :-))