Hot Hacks

Sangre

Well thats one of the pitfalls of putting yourself in the 'public' eye.

panda100

Blush_01 wrote:

I think the idea that it's reprehensible to have a poll of females, but is perfectly ok to have one of males is not only shows a complete lack of any sense of humour and lightheartedness, .

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Is it really that funny?? Rating how a lot of girls who use this forum look?

My sides are splitting......

Riamfada

panda100 wrote:

Notits not.

Down with No-Tits!

Well can we please get rid of them male poll . I dont see the point in "some people are more equal than others" .


and I demand Emyra banned for objectifying men !

panda100

Grimes wrote:

Down with No-Tits!

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That was an unfortunate slip of the keyboard alright:)

Sangre

Grimes wrote:

Down with No-Tits!

Well can we please get rid of them male poll . I dont see the point in "some people are more equal than others" .


and I demand Emyra banned for objectifying men !

Rofl.

Breast joke ever! Guess she made a bit of a boob of herself!

panda100

Sangre wrote:

Rofl.

Breast joke ever! Guess she made a bit of a boob of herself!

We've done this before guys....and elmyra is the best bra none!!

Riamfada

I think we should shunt this thread off to the recycle bin

tintinr35

here here

Red Alert

I think as real men we should all be upset at being so objectified and violated and throw a little tantrum like our female compatriots on the other thread.

i wanna be on that list too

Het-Field

A poem about Clara

I watched thee when the foe was at our side
Ready to strike at him, or thee and me
Were safety hopeless rather than divide
Aught with one loved, save love and liberty.

I watched thee in the breakers when the rock
Received our prow and all was storm and fear
And bade thee cling to me through every shock
This arm would be thy bark or breast thy bier.

I watched thee when the fever glazed thine eyes
Yielding my couch, and stretched me on the ground
When overworn with watching, ne'er to rise
From thence, if thou an early grave hadst found.

The Earthquake came and rocked the quivering wall
And men and Nature reeled as if with wine
Whom did I seek around the tottering Hall
For thee, whose safety first provide for thine.

And when convulsive throes denied my breath
The faintest utterance to my fading thought
To thee, to thee, even in the grasp of death
My spirit turned. Ah! oftener than it ought.

Thus much and more, and yet thou lov'st me not,
And never wilt, Love dwells not in our will
Nor can I blame thee, though it be my lot
To strongly, wrongly, vainly, love thee still.

Sangre

Also, heads of societies aren't necessarily hacks, usually aren't.

The_Minister

Everyone! Do the Byron!