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'Toys For Tatas' Event At Platinum Cabaret In Arkansas Offers Lap …
It may be a no-kid zone, but one strip club is hoping to make Christmas wishes come true for children in need.
The Platinum Cabaret1, a gentleman’s club in Fayetteville, Ark., is enticing customers to give back this season by offering free lap dances in exchange for donations to Toys for Tots2, KHBS reports. While the initiative, dubbed “Toys for Tatas,” might be a bit unconventional for a charity started by Marines that benefits underprivileged kids, the nonprofit doesn’t have any objections.
“As long as it’s done in a legal manner, as long as people are bringing us new, unwrapped toys, we don’t get into how they were gathered and what the process was,” John Staples, coordinator for Toys for Tots3, told KHBS.
But another Toys for Tots chapter wasn’t quite as forgiving when locals in Alabama added an X-rated spin to the donation process.
Through Dec. 3, Pleasures — an adult toy store in Huntsville –- is offering any customer who brings in a gift for Toys for Tots their choice of a complimentary sex toy4, ranging from lube to blindfolds to vibrating bullets. The store will also donate $1 to the Save the Ta-Tas5, an organization that raises awareness and funds for breast cancer.
While Pleasures may have good intentions, the children’s charity wasn’t a fan of the program.
“Toys for Tots should not be advertised at an adult store,” Ret. Major Brian A. Murray6, vice president of operations for the foundation, said in an email to The Huffington Post.
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References
- ^ The Platinum Cabaret (www.ksdk.com)
- ^ Toys for Tots (www.toysfortots.org)
- ^ John Staples, coordinator for Toys for Tots (www.ksdk.com)
- ^ their choice of a complimentary sex toy (www.huffingtonpost.com)
- ^ Save the Ta-Tas (www.savethetatas.org)
- ^ Ret. Major Brian A. Murray (www.huffingtonpost.com)
8-10-12 The Shannon Burke Show – radioIO
August 10th 2012
- The show opens with Collins recent encounter with CMCC and his bad drinking decisions
- Recent attacks related to famous child hood gang, ding dong ditch.
- Olympic legend Usain Bolt has some choice words for Carl lewis
- Mother of 2 in citrus county gets stripped by police in front of her kids.
- Collin gets some help from the brigade with a new dating profile.
- Woman who has the ability to grow fingernails all over her body.
- Pregnant woman in breast feeding instructional video goes after big porn.
- Why do olympians bite down on thier medals?
- Name That
FRC, Republicans Denounce 'Same-Sex Ceremony' on La. Army Base
June 7, 2012 | 9:03 am “This ceremony evades the intention and violates the spirit of the Defense of Marriage Act (DOMA) which remains the law in America, defining marriage as a union of one man and one woman for all purposes under federal law,” FRC President Tony Perkins said in a statement Wednesday. After repealing its “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” policy last year, the Defense Department said chaplains at military installations could officiate private ceremonies provided they do not violate state and local laws. Louisiana law does not recognize gay marriages or civil unions. “The Obama administration is once again using the military as a vehicle to advance its social agenda which plainly includes tossing aside the marriage laws of forty-four states,” said Perkins, a Marine Corps veteran and former Louisiana legislator. The ceremony, held last month, proves “that Congress must act to adopt the current House of Representatives language in the Defense Authorization act to make very clear that the military should not be exploited to advance this administration’s social agenda,” Perkins added. A Fort Polk spokesman told The Associated Press that everyone at the base chapel understood it was a commitment ceremony, not a marriage ceremony. Like us on Facebook 1 U.S. Rep. John Fleming, whose district includes Fort Polk, said in a statement that the ceremony shouldn’t have been allowed “especially since the people of Louisiana have made it abundantly clear that our state does not recognize same-sex marriages or civil unions.” Also in opposition, U.S. Rep. Todd Akin (R-Mo.) commented, “This appears to be a case where political agenda has trumped the rule of law, which is absolutely unacceptable.” Akin sponsored a measure last year that would ban the use of military installations to “officiate, solemnize or perform a marriage or marriage-like ceremony involving anything other than the union of one man with one woman.” While the House approved the bill, the Senate did not. “The Department of Defense is bowing to a political agenda to turn our nation’s military into a social experiment,” The Daily Caller quoted Ron Crews, executive director for the Chaplain Alliance for Religious Liberty, as saying. “It is time for the American public to say, ‘Enough!’” References ^ Facebook (www.facebook.com)
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Boobie twits silenced – This Ain't Hell
June 1st, 2012
You remember Terran Echegoyen-McCabe and her friend Christina Luna who we discussed yesterday1 and their poster campaign to promote breast feeding in uniform. Well, it seems that they are members of the Washington Air National Guard which compounds the idiocy of their cause. How often will a guardsman need to breast feed in uniform? It appears that their commanders have come to that same conclusion and told the two to shut up about it, according to the Spokesman-Review2;
Capt. Keith Kosik, state public affairs officer for the Washington National Guard emphasized that the issue is not about breast-feeding in uniform.
AdvertisementRather, he said, military regulations prohibit the use of the “uniform, title, rank or military affiliation to further a cause, promote a product or imply an endorsement.”
“If you look at the press coverage that’s out there right now, it has been misconstrued as a battle against breast-feeding,” he said Thursday. “It leads one to believe they are being persecuted for breast-feeding. The fact is they’re not being persecuted. The fact is breast-feeding was never an issue for us.”
The military has no rules specifically regarding public breast-feeding while in uniform. The real issue is that servicemen and -women are not allowed to use the uniform to further a civilian cause, Kosik said.
Our frenemy, Adam Weinstein of Mother Jones3 couldn’t wait to make the military look like a pack of Neanderthals beating our chests over the outrageous photos of boobies. After quoting a female Marine who said that she wanted her Marines to see as nothing more than Marine, Weinstein puffs out his feminist chest-bone;
The commenter assumes, of course, that the appropriate archetypal image of a Marine is sexless. (Or, at least, boobless.) Which leads to another assumption: that there’s something inherently sexual about a woman nourishing a child with breast milk. Neither of those assumptions holds. No one is asexual (least of all Marines, at least in my experience), and no nursing mother should have to accept a cultural taboo that marks her as a sex object for doing what comes naturally.
I wonder how many Marines would agree that their mission in the greater scheme of things like national security is sexual. It was always my impression that women (and gays, because somehow Weinstein equates breast feeding to the recent repeal of the military’s Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell policy) wanted to be equals with men. We integrated women in the services, we quit booting them when they got pregnant in my early years of service because they claimed that they only wanted to be in the military and serve alongside men (and then, straights).
Service in the military isn’t about sex, Adam, well, at least it wasn’t while I was in the infantry. We were more concerned with battle drills, weapons maintenance and physical conditioning. All of this other crap is ancillary cultural bullshit. It looks to me like the social engineers are just trying to turn the military into one long high school lunch period or college dorms instead of the life-taking, destructive force that is supposed to defend us from foreign and domestic enemies.
References
- ^ who we discussed yesterday (thisainthell.us)
- ^ Spokesman-Review (www.stripes.com)
- ^ Mother Jones (www.motherjones.com)
My body
My body My own body makes me horny Feels so good to sit and read.
My recliner is so comfortable, I’m in a comfy night gown and the book I was reading a book called “The Heat of the Night.
It was not a erotic story however….
I’m sitting in my rocker recliner in my living room on a hot summer night.
Windows open and the blinds wide open.
Wearing a cotton nightgown.
I’m having a glass of wine.
I’m relaxed and reading and my hands automatically strum my nipple.
My nipple is so puffy and feels so good on my fingers and starts to harden.
I realize I’m touching my nipple and I start to tingle.
I put the book down to give myself more attention.
My nipples are the most sensitive part well except my clit.
I take my nails and scrape my nipple through my night gown.
I laugh because my hubby calls this my granny night gown.
I start to unbutton my night gown, slipping my hand in and rubbing my sensitive bosom.
I take my breasts out and caress them slowly and then lift one to my mouth, licking the hard nipple I start to suck it .
My tits are so satiny soft.
(I baby oil twice a day) My pussy is starting to drip.
As I feel my pussy dripping I realize I’m on my new rocker.
I stand up and a warm breeze comes through the window.
I let my night gown fall to the floor.
Feeling the breeze on my naked body, I start to caress my breast and belly in front of the window.( I got up to get a towel) I slide my hand down to my waxed mound.
I cup my whole vagina pressing slowly, my clit is swollen and hard.
I feel my wetness on my fingers.
I moan loudly, not realizing my neighbors are watching.
My neighbors are a nice couple in their mid 30′s.
She is a tall slender woman with perky tits.
I have always lusted after her.
She has red hair (I wonder if she has red hair on her pussy).
Her hubby is average guy with a small gut, but still ruggedly handsome.
I slowly finger my clit moaning and sliding my finger through my pussy juices.
I take my other hand and pinch my nipples.
I strum my clit like a guitar pic to the guitar strings.
(my hubby taught me how to cum multiple times this way) My juices dripping down my legs I sit down again putting my legs on the arms of the chair.
Rubbing my clit harder breathing heavy and moaning.
(uhhhh yesss ohhhh yessss doooooo it).
Neighbors outside listening and peeking in the window.
The husband is behind his wife rubbing her shoulders and whispering in her ear how hard he is.
She can feel it though.
I slide a finger in my pussy, slides so easily my finger nails filled with my pussy juice.
I take it to my mouth and taste my self.
Ohhh yessss mmmmmmmmm licking it and sucking my finger.
I look around for something bigger to put in me.
I realize I have either the TV remote, a hair brush handle, or the wine bottle.
I decide the wine bottle is the best.
I stand up and slowly take the bottle and slide it in my cunt, sliding it in and out.
Mmm moaning more yes.
I sit it down on the floor and squatting up and down and rubbing my clit.
MMMM my body tightening and convulsing eyes rolling back in my head, juices dripping all over the bottle.
The neighbor is fingering his wife as they watch me masturbate.
He’s talking nasty to her, telling her he would like for me to be squatting on his cock.
I hear her moan.
I move my eyes slowly out the window.
I don’t think they know I know they are watching so I pick up the pace and give them a show.
I lift my leg on the chair and let them see my waxed pussy fully.
I rub and moan Sticking two fingers in and out then three.
I’m hitting my g spot good so good I quickly cum on my fingers.
I start to lick my nipples, then sucking them .
I take a pillow and lay it on my ottoman I straddle the pillow and lay my body down humping the pillow.
I usually cum so hard when I grind on anything, I start humping and my clits grinding the pillow making me come close to an orgasm.
I stop mmm “Need a cock,” I say loudly.
Instead I run and get a dildo.
I shove it in my pussy hard and lay back on the pillow holding it in me and turning it on slowly at first as I hump.
I hear them now he’s fucking her from behind standing up, talking dirty, she’s out of breathe and both are ready to cum.
I pick up the pace and I turn it up higher vibrating my hole body.
faster I hump screaming in pleasure.
I hear them, they are close.
Faster we all are fucking in our ways.
I’m cummming I screammm, “Yessssssssss yessss yesss fuck yes.” I hear them scream out both coming at the same time.
I stand up and sit in my chair.
I say thank you neighbors.
Enemies On The Mat, Lovers Off
Enemies On The Mat, Lovers Off When two people are such fierce competition on the mat, something somewhere else must pull them together.
When you watch the Olympics, there is always a sport which not many people have heard of – Judo.
I, being the strange and random person that I am, have grown up doing this sport.
Now, I m not on the lighter side of life, so there weren t all that many people to fight me, but I would be useful when it came to the Olympics to fight in the heavier categories.
In competitions in the UK, before training with the Squad, I would always end up fighting Lucy, a brunette who was a little lighter and shorter than me but was older and moved like you wouldn t believe.
Being at the level we were at, we fought regularly and she always won.
My fight was slowly getting worse and I was losing confidence in myself.
Then I got a letter asking me to train with the British Squad.
My life was MADE.
My confidence was coming back up and my technique, speed and agility were getting better.
I was getting a little thinner and taller too.
The next time Lucy and I fought, the match came to a draw.
Step one in the right direction.
Afterwards, when we were getting changed and showered I noticed that Lucy looked good.
Her breasts weren t small; she was curvy, but nice curvy.
In the next competition, I was determined that I would make things change.
I would win three things: the contest, the competition, and Lucy.
The two week gap flew by and next thing I knew I was up at the crack of dawn to get to the competition.
On the mat, Lucy and I stood at our separate sides, bowed, walked onto the mat, bowed, walked to the centre and bowed.
Then the few seconds, arms raised defensively before the referee shouted Hajime (go), staring into each other s eyes, psyching each other out, seeing if we could tell who would go for what move first.
Hajime! We both move a few steps forward on the balls of our feet, bouncing a little as we move round.
The first fight is for the dominant grip.
I m right handed but for some reason I prefer to compete left handed.
I know, I m a little mad.
I get the grip I want, Lucy having to swap to a left grip too, her less favoured side.
The second contest: to use this how I want to.
I move in for an attack on her leg.
My leg catches her and she stumbles, pulling my grip lower down her lapel.
I struggle to get it back up without relinquishing my grip and losing dominance, moving my right hand off her sleeve so I can push my left one up.
She pulls me down to groundwork and we grapple there.
When I have someone held down in groundwork, they don t break past my arms.
She seems to want to pull me into this and I can t figure out why.
In the pulling, my right hand has gone under her jacket and has found her breast of all things.
Pulling at her t-shirt, I manage to rub my thumb over her nipple.
She shudders and I move my hand.
I get her into the hold-down that I want and she is immobile.
I can look into her eyes, and so I do.
Gazing down at her gently, I see the look of surrender in her eyes.
I hold her there for fifteen seconds and the fight is over.
We stand up.
We bow to the judges, each other and the audience.
We leave the mat.
My only contest today was with Lucy, and so I win the competition.
Somehow, I think I know that I have already won everything I planned to today.
We go to shower and get changed into our tracksuits, ready to collect our medals afterwards.
I walk a little quicker to the showers than Lucy does, needing to be in there to soothe a slight injury.
Due to there being a significant number more contestants in the other categories, they are all still out there and competing, so Lucy and I have the changing rooms to ourselves.
I strip off my heavy and sweaty kit and grab my shower stuff.
The one thing I hadn t realised was that Lucy hadn t come in.
I got into the shower and started to hum to myself as the water was turned on.
Letting it run down my body, I felt the heat work on my shoulder as I gently massaged it.
I moved my hand away and started to clean myself, frothing up the soap.
Then a moment of panic as another hand lightly brushed over my shoulder, gently massaging it.
Too soft and smooth to be a man s hand.
I jumped a little and turned round, my face stunned, but then I felt it change to shock as a pair of lips met mine and a hand stroked my face, pulling me closer.
A second hand at the small of my back pulled me in and then moved down a little and squeezed gently.
I accepted their kiss willingly, my eyes closing; I didn t care.
When they released me, I let my eyes slide slowly open and stood back, taking in before me a rather damp looking Lucy in a t-shirt and her underwear.
It was clinging to her.
I swear, she looked so much sexier this time than the last time we were together in the showers.
A new light came upon her now.
She smiled at me, Are you, well, you know do you like me? I stood and grinned at her, What gave me away? I enquired, looking at her with a look of light puzzlement.
Maybe something to do with your swipe of my nipple I d quite like you to do it again.
Th-that is of course, if you want to.
Of course I want to you crazy fool.
I like you.
A lot.
Then I moved forward and kissed the damp person who was residing in the vicinity.
I pulled her closer by her t-shirt and placed my hand on her breasts.
I felt her wrap round me.
She accepted my tongue into her mouth and they danced there for a little while.
I rubbed her breast and put my other hand into a position where I could remove her underwear.
I pulled them down in what would have been one swift movement had they been dry.
She pulled up her t-shirt and revealed to me once again her beautiful breasts, not that I had ever really noticed how truly stunning they were until now.
I got up and brought my jaw with me, kissed her lips, her face, her neck, her ears, her shoulders, her collarbones, her breasts, down her stomach and down her thighs.
I could almost taste her juices.
No, wait, I could taste them; she was so wet.
I nibbled on her clit and licked her slit.
Pushing my tongue in, I could feel her tightness, taste her, smell her with how close I was.
All this came as a frenzy.
I had never felt like this before.
I knew I liked her as a friend because sometimes we had to train together too, but now, I think I fell in love with her.
I know this was the part about lust but I didn t care.
I loved her because of how much I lusted for her, if that made any sense at all.
Seconds after she came, we heard the door crack open a little, indicating the first of the losers from the competition going on above had come back to follow an almost identical pattern to the one we had.
This couldn t get out.
We leapt away from each other and Lucy turned on another shower, already wet it wouldn t look suspicious to anyone.
Although the smell of sex was clearly in the air, we didn t care.
It should go with the steam.
We dried and dressed and left the changing rooms.
Glancing across at each other, winking, all the way back to the hall for the medal presentation.
When we were called up to receive our medals, we went up and hugged and held hands for the first time.
I won t lie, my mother and father did send me a strange look but then again, this was the first time I had beaten Lucy.
Little did they know how well and truly I had her beaten.
This could carry on for as long as I wanted to win catch a nipple and she was mine.