Posted: 7/31/2006 7:39:17 AM EDT
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What in your mind would be a perfect day for you? Me: Awaken by the smell of coffee, blue skies, a very passionate hug from someone that adores me, a run with my dogs, a sighting and possibly the shooting of a Wiley coyote, a healthy breakfast [I eat like a horse for breakfast]. A day making slightly more money than I spend. Work that is mentally as well as physically challenging, with gracious customers who appreciate my wisdom and care to detail [I live in a fantasy world don't I?] Dinner, a drink of good scotch and passionate sex before retiring. <sigh> At least I have my dreams. 
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6:00 Alarm. 6:15 Blowjob. 6:30 Massive dump while reading the sports section. 7:00 Breakfast. Filet Mignon, eggs, toast and tea. 7:30 Limo arrives. 7:45 Bloody Mary en route to airport 8:15 Private jet to Augusta Georgia. 9:30 Limo to Augusta National Golf Club. 9:45 Play front nine at Augusta, finish 2 under par. 11:30 Blowjob 11:45 Lunch. 2 dozen oysters on the half shell. 3 Heinekens. 12:15 Blowjob. 12:30 Play back nine at Augusta, finish 4 under par. 2:15 Limo back to airport. Drink 2 Bombay martinis. 2:20 Blowjob 2:30 Private jet to Nassau, Bahamas. Nap. 3:15 Late afternoon fishing excursion with topless female crew. 4:15 Blowjob 4:30 Catch world record light tackle marlin - 1249 lbs. 5:00 Jet back home. En route, get massage from naked supermodel. 7:00 Watch Sportscenter. 7:30 Dinner. Lobster appetizers, 1963 Dom Perignon,20oz. New York strip. 9:00 Relax after dinner with 1789 Augler Cognac and Cohiba Cuban cigar. 10:00 Have sex with two 18 year old nymphomaniacs. 11:00 Massage and Jacuzzi. 11:45 Go to bed. 11:46 One last blowjob 11:59 Let loose a 12 second, 4 octave fart. Watch the dog leave the room. 12:00 Laugh yourself to sleep. |
Might I suggest your day include the partaking of more fluids, you're going to get very dehydrated. 
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Wake up whenever recieve blowjob eat nice breakfast of omlet, black coffee, sausage links, croisants with butter take shower get dressed go shoot some cool guns eat lunch at a nice european deli in my hometown go to the beach dinner with girl at a nice steakhouse return to home and have friends over for some beers and general hooliganism have sex and fall asleep to dream about all the good things |
Now that sounds like one full, complete and very satisfying day! |
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Wake up. Log on to ARF.com for the latest news. Find out that someone nuked the total shit out of Iran and that the UN and the rest of the ROP nations got the message and have shut-the-fuck-up and decided to stop causing trouble. Enjoy the new peace on earth for a while. |
I like that day too, but i could use a bj before and after finding out the RoPers were vaporized. 
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Well good point. I was just thinking that sex is more fun when both are enjoying it. Nothing wrong with a blow job but how about the little woman? 
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Baghdad and yeck, they're trying to keep us too safe.  No fun.
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Up before sunrise. Fresh cup of coffe and a light breakfast. CHeck our gear and out to saddle the horses. Fresh snow on the ground, clear crisp and cold. Heading out to the hills while the sun slowly comes over the moutains starting to warm the day. Drinking from a mountian stream beside my daughters and my horse. Cutting that perfect game track. Freshly torn up ground with the scent of the animal lingering thru the air. The kind of feeling that gives you chills. Preperation for the stalk. Getting the everyones pack ready and securing all rifles. Checking my sideram to ensure if I call upon it....it will answer. Our gear is good, our excitment barely containable. Our hearts start to beat. Making our way along the tracks and cresting a hill there they are...standing a few hundred yards out. The sun is at our backs the wind in our face. There we lay side by side like an attacking band of indians peering over a hill awaiting an ambush. Settling in and getting ready for that moment. That second that you pull the trigger. Your heart races.It pounds so loud that you can hear it over all else. You turn to your child as they ready themselves. You see in them all the things you have taught them. All the wisdon that was handed down to you, and passed to them. The routine, the movement, the undying devotion to that moment.....................You see yourself. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .....and with report comes success. The circle is complete and I have fullfilled my duties. I have handed down a tradition that is almost lost in this day. A moment that brings a tear to the eye of the stongest of parent. The afternoon spent packing the game out. The evening spent around the fireplace re-linving the hunt. Lights out with smiles on everyones face as well as a full belly. That my friends is my perfect day! |
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0700 - wake up with some fine Kona or Jamaican Blue Mountain 0715 - bang a hot chick for a while 0815 - shower 0830 - cigar and more coffee 0900 - more banging 1000 - breakfast: waffles or pancakes, eggs, toast, hash browns and some tea 1030 - start sunning and swimming for a while (this whole thing hinges on me living in the tropics) 1230 - lunch: lime chicken, Spanish rice, a quesadilla and some banging, and another cigar 1400 - pier fishing 1530 - more sunning and swimming 1730 - read and have a cigar 1830 - dinner: a prime rib with shoestring fries, asparagus, and collard greens, a caesar salad, and crème brûlée, followed by a cigar and some banging 2000 - go to the mainland and catch an Interpol concert and club for a while 0000 - more banging 0100 - go to sleep until noon |