That picture would be better if it was missing the "behind the head" leg. It'd be like those guys from Voyage Of The Dawn Treader if they'd given the licence to J K Potter.
But you need hair to be a bear!
On back and front, not just "down there".
I cannot see theirs, though I stare.
Perhaps these chaps are just too fair?
The pic is small, does Xoc not care?
I strain my eyes but still no hair!
i pray dear sir, have you not heard?
of hairless bears, upon my word!
the ones who give us cheer and hug
and if we're nice a hearty snog;
so though i've not but one chest hair,
i still am proud to be a bear!
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Dear Sibylline, the words you utter,
Describe not bear, but happy otter.
And, though you may invert your knees,
And form the oyster Viennese,
I do not feel through grace or slog
You'll win from Xocher's bears a snog.
There was a cute squirrel called Scrat
Who thought nuts were where itīs at
Reached Heaven on hir bushy tail
Saw the Divine Nut without fail
Awoke from snogs of a sloth brat.
I can touch the tip of my nose with my tongue. It is a useful skill indeed. (although, in all honesty, I'd hardly use the word "sexy" to describe myself in any way)
Which reminds of something else that "gives me the horn": Morphine's music "Supersex":
Taxi taxi hotel hotel
I got the whiskey baby
I got the whiskey I got the cigarettes
Automatic taxi stop
Electric cigarette love baby
Hotel rock'n'roll the discoteque
Electric super sex
Automatic taxi stop
Electric cigarette love baby
Hotel rock'n'roll the discoteque
Electric super sex
I got the whiskey baby I got the whiskey
I got the cigarettes
You are a super ultra maxi Mega super funkie love baby
Oh I need a super star
I need a candy bar
Automatic taxi stop
Electric cigarette love baby
Hotel rock'n'roll the discoteque
Electric super sex
Automatic taxi stop
Electric cigarette love baby
Hotel rock'n'roll the discoteque
Electric super sex
You want a super ultra maxi funkie American
Love baby (x3)
Hey there mama hey there pa
Got sexy googoo baby talk
Got california baby dolls
All right yes hello my name is Mark
And I'm super rich no super star
Did you know the president is super super super sexy
Automatic taxi stop
Electric cigarette love baby
Hotel rock'n'roll the discoteque
Electric super sex
Did you know the president has super super super sex
Ah wooh uh
I got it all year long ha ha
Nothing like dirty cheap hotel Holywood sex, ain't it?
Sibyline, 'gives me the horn' means 'gives me a hard-on'. For females - 'makes me feel like fucking'.
Is that David Swenson as a young lad in your picture? It looks like him.
I don't think yoga is supposed to inspire feelings of sexiness per se although it might just do so as a result of the loveliness of toning your body and becoming flexible whilst also widening your spiritual growth and learning to find your inner stillness. A bonus of the practice maybe?
Being able to put your leg behind your head is not necessarily supposed to be used as a tool for garnering sexual appreciation from others, but what works for you...
Being able to put your leg behind your head is not necessarily supposed to be used as a tool for garnering sexual appreciation from others, but what works for you...
Unintended consequence then. Flexibility is sexy. I'll tread carefully as I have already been called a sick pervert for confessing my fondness for Josie Jump, but when I found out that CBeebies' Sarah Jane had a background as a contortionist I, well, got the horn.
I strongly suspect that at six o'clock every night all the CBeebies "friends" take part in a massive coke'n'sex orgy, largely at the behest of Sarah-Jane. Sid, of course, is the Love God.
