Once in a Lifetime...

[jk737]

Original von Vanessa

Original von bullibeer

Original von [Dents]Milchschnitte
Bisserl schlechtes Wetter für solch ein Shooting.

Die Dame soll sich lieber Ihrer Dessous entledigen - die werden ja patschnass!

Ich werde Ihr deine Tipp eben übermitteln...

Nimm bitte die Kamera mit....

für den naturtest

[MacLeon]

Hehe, wie geil!

Aber ehrlich, Deine Uhr ist cooler!

[bullibeer]

LOL..... sind jetzt leider im Park weiter im Abseitz... kann keine Bilder mehr machen....

[roland]

die guckt mich an !

[bullibeer]

[steboe]

Original von bullibeer
LOL..... sind jetzt leider im Park weiter im Abseitz... kann keine Bilder mehr machen....

Oh...Referenz 90-60-90

[MacLeon]

Jetzt muss ich auch noch meinen hormonverseuchten Senf dazugeben:

Entweder schwarzer Slip oder die Dame trägt ihre Behaarung "old school"

[jk737]

[bullibeer]

Original von MacLeon
Jetzt muss ich auch noch meinen hormonverseuchten Senf dazugeben:

Entweder schwarzer Slip oder die Dame trägt ihre Behaarung "old school"

[wildpower2]

Da bin ich ja mal einfach nur sprachlos. Eben erst den ganzen Thread durchgelesen.

[jk737]

Original von MacLeon
... Behaarung "old school"

wir müssen nur aufpassen, dass wir die traumhafte milsub nicht durch zuviele hormone "entweihen" bzw in den schatten stellen!

[jamesbond5508]

Hallo Bernhard,
du kannst mich gerne anrufen, wenn ein Kameramann bei dir ausfällt.

[Vanessa]

Original von jamesbond5508
Hallo Bernhard,
du kannst mich gerne anrufen, wenn ein Kameramann bei dir ausfällt.

Pick a number and stay in line....

[siebensieben]

Original von steboe
Oh...Referenz 90-60-90

Eingraviert zwischen den Hörnern.

[watoo]

hübsche frau, wen interessiert da noch ne uhr?

[bullibeer]

Original von watoo
hübsche frau, wen interessiert da noch ne uhr?

JA Michael,.. die Wahl zwischen Shitage oder ********..... mhhhhhh......... Shitage
for me


Das Girl past wohl besser auf die Moterhaube eines Amischlitten.. oder ner Viper....

Ich habe es liebe etwas intelligenter und mit mehr Klasse.... bei mir bleibt dann doch lieber die Uhr im Vordergrund..

[watoo]

Original von bullibeer

Original von watoo
hübsche frau, wen interessiert da noch ne uhr?

JA Michael,.. die Wahl zwischen Shitage oder ********..... mhhhhhh......... Shitage
for me


Das Girl past wohl besser auf die Moterhaube eines Amischlitten.. oder ner Viper....

Ich habe es liebe etwas intelligenter und mit mehr Klasse.... bei mir bleibt dann doch lieber die Uhr im Vordergrund..

ist doch ne schöne frau, wieso ********? und warum soll die nicht intelligent sein, nur weil sie super aussieht?

ich würde mal mit ihr essen gehen.

[bullibeer]

Original von watoo

Original von bullibeer

Original von watoo
hübsche frau, wen interessiert da noch ne uhr?

JA Michael,.. die Wahl zwischen Shitage oder ********..... mhhhhhh......... Shitage
for me


Das Girl past wohl besser auf die Moterhaube eines Amischlitten.. oder ner Viper....

Ich habe es liebe etwas intelligenter und mit mehr Klasse.... bei mir bleibt dann doch lieber die Uhr im Vordergrund..

ist doch ne schöne frau, wieso ********? und warum soll die nicht intelligent sein, nur weil sie super aussieht?

ich würde mal mit ihr essen gehen.

Ja Michael,.. jedem seinen Geschmack!! 100%!

Und du hast bestimmt Recht, sie macht diese Shoots bestimmt nur um Ihr letztes Semester Medizin zu fi****eren, bevor Sie sich auf Neurochirurgie spezialisiert...


Ich mag es halt ein wenig naturbelassener...

[ehemaliges mitglied]

Captain Koons: Hello, little man. Boy, I sure heard a bunch about you. See, I was a good friend of your dad's. We were in that Hanoi pit of hell together over five years. Hopefully...you'll never have to experience this yourself, but when two men are in a situation like me and your Dad were, for as long as we were, you take on certain responsibilities of the other. If it had been me who had not made it, Major Coolidge would be talkin' right now to my son Jim. But the way it turned out is I'm talkin' to you, Butch. I got somethin' for you.
(The Captain sits down and pulls a gold wrist watch from his pocket)
This watch I got here was first purchased by your great-grandfather during the first World War. It was bought in a little general store in Knoxville, Tennessee. Made by the first company to ever make wrist watches. Up till then people just carried pocket watches. It was bought by private Doughboy Erine Coolidge on the day he set sail for Paris. It was your great-grandfather's war watch and he wore it everyday he was in that war. When he had done his duty, he went home to your great-grandmother, took the watch off, put it an old coffee can, and in that can it stayed 'til your granddad Dane Coolidge was called upon by his country to go overseas and fight the Germans once again. This time they called it World War II. Your great-grandfather gave this watch to your granddad for good luck. Unfortunately, Dane's luck wasn't as good as his old man's. Dane was a Marine and he was killed -- along with the other Marines at the battle of Wake Island. Your granddad was facing death, he knew it. None of those boys had any illusions about ever leavin' that island alive. So three days before the Japanese took the island, your granddad asked a gunner on an Air Force transport name of Winocki, a man he had never met before in his life, to deliver to his infant son, who he'd never seen in the flesh, his gold watch. Three days later, your granddad was dead. But Winocki kept his word. After the war was over, he paid a visit to your grandmother, delivering to your infant father, his Dad's gold watch. This watch. (holds it up, long pause) This watch was on your Daddy's wrist when he was shot down over Hanoi. He was captured, put in a Vietnamese prison camp. He knew if the gooks ever saw the watch it'd be confiscated, taken away. The way your Dad looked at it, that watch was your birthright. He'd be damned if any slopes were gonna put their greasy yella hands on his boy's birthright. So he hid it in the one place he knew he could hide something. His ass. Five long years, he wore this watch up his ass. Then he died of dysentery, he gave me the watch. I hid this uncomfortable hunk of metal up my ass two years. Then, after seven years, I was sent home to my family. And now, little man, I give the watch to you.

[bullibeer]

Original von Uhr-Mann
Captain Koons: Hello, little man. Boy, I sure heard a bunch about you. See, I was a good friend of your dad's. We were in that Hanoi pit of hell together over five years. Hopefully...you'll never have to experience this yourself, but when two men are in a situation like me and your Dad were, for as long as we were, you take on certain responsibilities of the other. If it had been me who had not made it, Major Coolidge would be talkin' right now to my son Jim. But the way it turned out is I'm talkin' to you, Butch. I got somethin' for you.
(The Captain sits down and pulls a gold wrist watch from his pocket)
This watch I got here was first purchased by your great-grandfather during the first World War. It was bought in a little general store in Knoxville, Tennessee. Made by the first company to ever make wrist watches. Up till then people just carried pocket watches. It was bought by private Doughboy Erine Coolidge on the day he set sail for Paris. It was your great-grandfather's war watch and he wore it everyday he was in that war. When he had done his duty, he went home to your great-grandmother, took the watch off, put it an old coffee can, and in that can it stayed 'til your granddad Dane Coolidge was called upon by his country to go overseas and fight the Germans once again. This time they called it World War II. Your great-grandfather gave this watch to your granddad for good luck. Unfortunately, Dane's luck wasn't as good as his old man's. Dane was a Marine and he was killed -- along with the other Marines at the battle of Wake Island. Your granddad was facing death, he knew it. None of those boys had any illusions about ever leavin' that island alive. So three days before the Japanese took the island, your granddad asked a gunner on an Air Force transport name of Winocki, a man he had never met before in his life, to deliver to his infant son, who he'd never seen in the flesh, his gold watch. Three days later, your granddad was dead. But Winocki kept his word. After the war was over, he paid a visit to your grandmother, delivering to your infant father, his Dad's gold watch. This watch. (holds it up, long pause) This watch was on your Daddy's wrist when he was shot down over Hanoi. He was captured, put in a Vietnamese prison camp. He knew if the gooks ever saw the watch it'd be confiscated, taken away. The way your Dad looked at it, that watch was your birthright. He'd be damned if any slopes were gonna put their greasy yella hands on his boy's birthright. So he hid it in the one place he knew he could hide something. His ass. Five long years, he wore this watch up his ass. Then he died of dysentery, he gave me the watch. I hid this uncomfortable hunk of metal up my ass two years. Then, after seven years, I was sent home to my family. And now, little man, I give the watch to you.