Tiziano Vecellio, more commonly known by his street name, Titian, was an Italian painter, the most OG member of the 16th-Century gang, The Ventian School, so named after a street corner where they would sling the freshest frescos and drop mad canvas on the masses.
Titian was loved by his crew and even given the nickname, “The Sun Amidst Small Stars,” which was the 16th-Century equivalent of calling him the 1996 Chicago Bulls. Titian created over four hundred known tracks and around three hundred have survived.
Titian even has a color named after him, Titian Red, because Titian was all about white girls, especially redheads, and used his trademark color to capture the look of their hair on canvas. Even the Virgin Mary was a redhead to this firecrotch chaser.
Titian was also one of The Godfathers of Thicc.
I don’t know where Urbino is but if all Urbino girls got a thicc like that, I’m going on vacation there once my tax check comes in.
Where is the beach that has all this juicy?
I can only assume that “penitent” means “thirsty,” because that girl is thirsty.
Titian also like to show off those big ole butts. She could use some squats, though.
Just a whole mess of thicc girls just hanging out.
Should have called this one “Damn, girl… Let me squeeze your tit-tay.”
Titian also knew an eternal truth… Thicc girls LOVE severed heads.
Explore more of Titian’s love of thicc girls at tizianovecellio.org.
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175 responses to “Thicc Thursday: Thicc History”
I have a couple off-topic links, but first, I’ll give you some time to have some on-topic discussion.
Take it to the PM links, Eddie. Jesus.
If you with me to “goat” to the PM links I will do so.
*wish* not with
I guess it won’t be too baaad if I make you wait.
The sheeple will follow
“Should have called this one “Damn, girl… Let me squeeze your tit-tay.””
That’s Venus’ son Cupid grabbing at her breast, you perv.
I’m loving this highbrow twist on the Thicc Thurs. Makes my dick feel all sophisticated.
What’s your point Eddie?
He knows his pagan gods. Probably secretly worships Zeus.
Well since HM obviously isn’t here I might as well do his job for him.
That makes my butthole pucker the same way as when Freddie Mercury warbles that he want’s me to feel like a woman!
I got’s me one of them Thicc Redheads, Married 29 years, still yummy 🙂
Congratulations.
Enthuisiastic? I’ve found that they are enthusiastic.
I’m going on vacation there once my tax check comes in
Change your withholdings, the government don’t pay interest sonny. Also, DEM TITTIES!
See, this is why I missed you.
My bipolar personality, mixed with drug fueled narcissistic rage?
Exactly.
Who the hell still gets a check?
Who the hell doesn’t?
This fuckin’ guy right here, apparently. Turns out we make too much money for the child tax credit, too, which comes as a shock, all things considered.
Pretty sure that second to last one has a cameo from Heroic Mulatto himself on the left.
“Firecrotch chaser” perhaps not tho. Why no pubes for the Tit-man? You’d have thought the jungle look was more popular then, if anything.
Maybe he was afraid deep down that the carpet might not match the drapes.
Did girls shave their pubes in the Bible times? I thought it was a post 1990’s trend. Except whores, they shaved and wore merkins to get rid of crabs and cover their weeping sores.
Way to bring the room down.
I will not stand here and be hectored by YOU of all people. Good day, sir.
They may have had differing desires of desirable pubic plumage then. During the times of the SPQR various art media show that hair styles on the head and below changed. Since the most common method of hair removal was by plucking I imagine the “70’s look” was more popular than what Roman art shows.
Considering the endless amount of anachronisms in European art depicting the Bible times I don’t think they were aiming for historical accuracy.
Jesus was a California hippie dammit
#fightfor$15
Seen on Jesus’s twitter (or is it Jesus’s? Help me out, Dean!)
Shoot! Meant Jesus’
‘s after names ending in s is a better policy.
Agree
Indeed. It’s Jesus’s in formal writing. In informal writing do what the fuck you want.
Though I’ll admit that I have always preferred the vernacular: Jebus’s, and especally B’Jebus’s.
I’m not sure they were really aware of the possibility, or had the level of historical understanding necessary to be keenly aware of anachronisms.
This isn’t limited to pictorial art. In an early scene of ‘Julius Caesar’ someone (Porsche? talk about an anachronism, as cars hadn’t even been invented yet, let alone Germans) enters carrying a candle. I’m pretty sure the candle hadn’t been invented in Caesar’s time. OTOH, it’s possible she was carrying a ‘tapir’ and they misspelled it in the Folio, but that doesn’t make any more sense, since South America hadn’t been invented yet either.
Except whores, they shaved and wore merkins to get rid of crabs and cover their weeping sores.
If this is true for medieval times, then it’s a safe bet we know the profession of the models who posed for these paintings.
Artists’ models tended to be whores, and the painters were often pimps. Read about Caravaggio sometime.
My favorite is Cellini. Talk about a pimp… he’s best known for his sculpture now, but in his day he was more renowned as a goldsmith (can I get a bling? Bling!) Oh, and as a stone-cold killer running from the law, and enjoying it. His autobiography is a lot of fun. The man did not Gaf. At all.
Pubic hair on women in art was considered uncouth. I’m trying to remember what painting kicked it off, but the first painting to feature a bush on a woman caused quite the scandal. Essentially, since showing a woman sans topiary was unrealistic, as long as there was no bush the subject wasn’t sexual, and it was art instead of porn. Similarly men could be shown with their junk out as long as it was prepubescently small and flaccid.
Poor John Ruskin…
Being a librarian of immaculate taste, I assume that you are familiar with The Pearl? It always struck me how the Victorians fetishized pubic hair.
I just wish I had a coterie of like-minded and lofty-penned perverts to publish with.
My understanding is that East Asians also fetishize pubic hair. Which is odd, because theirs is fucking *awful*. It’s like after what God gave unto them in skin and scalp hair, He decided to keep them a little humble.
They don’t fetishize it per say, but they believe that only prostitutes shave their pubes which is why you won’t see any shaved Asian women, even in porn. It’s basically calling yourself a whore.
It’s not that uncommon, look for paipan (パイパン) in the title.
“…even in porn. It’s basically calling yourself a whore.”
Porn stars – ahem performers – aren’t whores?
Who knew? The things I learn ’round here.
Other possibilities : She was ugly as hell. He was gay. Both.
Well, he was a British art critic. Those are kind of implied.
Reading the wiki just beyond SF’s cutoff, it looks like the answer was “straight-pedophile”.
Nah, son… Effie had it going on.
Would
Yep.
Her obituary read, in part “…survived by daughter Stacy…” so there’s that.
Soooo, Stacy’s Mom?
Umm… yeah, but while it’s not a very good joke (they can’t all be good jokes) you kind of ruin it by being so explicit about it. The implications are what make it funny, to the degree that it is.
You’re going to lecture me about subtle humor after the pussy joke just below this?
Yeah- don’t step on my joke bro.
I can’t help but be reminded of a friend who was raised in a very religious family. His mother, in order to keep him from temptation, intentionally led him to believe that _vagina dentata_ was, in fact, the natural way of things. This served her purpose admirably, but she unfortunately passed suddenly, and too early to correct his misapprehension before his wedding day. And, more importantly, his wedding night.
His bride, who was very pretty in my estimation, though perhaps not as thicc as would be considered ideal in these parts, waited expectantly in their wedding bed only to be sorely disappointed (having expected to be satisfied and sore) when my friend came to it and kissed her passionately just once before rolling over and going to sleep.
This scene repeated itself for the next two nights. Finally, on the fourth night, our bride, who was timid, and chaste, but perhaps not entirely without guile, burst into tears. “Why don’t you want me?” she demanded. “Am I hideous in your sight?”
Eventually the sordid tale came out, and our fair heroine took my friend by the hand and gently guided him in his exploration of her hitherto forbidden lands. My friend was cautious at first (he played a mean banjo at revivalist meetings, and losing a fingertip might have meant the end of that,) but increasingly eager in his digital peregrinations. His now certainly blushing bride looked down at him and said “You see? I don’t have teeth down there.”
“Not only that,” he replied, “but your gums are in terrible condition!”
*picks up phone, dials Swiss Embassy*
*narrows gaze in Holy fury*
That’s the best thing I’ve read all day.
😉
Are you sure that isnt a line Charles Dodgson came up with? Cuz’ I’m pretty sure….
Nope, ol’ Chuck had nothing to do with this.
*poker face, flat voice*
Thanks.
I remember that
“The time has come,’ the walrus said, ‘to talk of many things: of hoes and snips – and stripping wax – of busheses and dongs.”
The lure of the burning bush is eternal Diego.
Thicc redheads, eh? TW: pallor
So, where is the line between thicc and chubby? Is it a matter of semantics?
I’m guessing it’s the difference between flattering flirtation and sexual harassment (ie: wanted is thicc, unwanted is chubby). For some of our commenters women with more fat on them than an athletic 12 year old boy is chubby, so everyone’s mileage may vary.
I just happened to be looking at a gingerbear tumblr as a throw away link for Fur Fridays and couldn’t pass up the coincidence.
“For some of our commenters women with more fat on them than an athletic 12 year old boy is chubby, so everyone’s mileage may vary.”
Yo! [raises hand]
I think thicc, voluptuous, curvy, etc. are all broad churches that can encompass anything from Kim K all the way to the woman on the news who needs a crane and a bulldozer to get out of her house. Your average thicc-loving Joe, though, is somewhere in the middle. He uses the terms in part because they seem more sexy than “chubby” does, and in part to distinguish himself from your “fat chasers”–in part because of the stigma; but in part because his tastes really are more moderate, and in some sense even qualitatively different.
There is no line. Thicc just sounds less off putting than “tub o’ lard.”
Not at all. Thiccness is a very specific taste in sexual partners. An actual tub of lard, though, is something we all would be into in a pinch.
Speak of the devil and MS appears. You and sarcasmic can give each other handies while watching Ann Coulter.
Wow. I have a very vivid image in my mind now. Can’t say I’m mad at it.
Mad Scientist calls her “The Boneshaker.”
Brilliant.
There is no line. Thicc just sounds less off putting than “tub o’ lard.”
People like you are the reason we’ll never twerk amongst the stars.
Never fear! I have in no way contributed to the gene pool, so you may yet find your booty in Boötes.
For the female figure, it’s when all the proportions remain correct (defined by me) but they’re just larger. It’s when proportions get out of whack that we start declaring “chubby”.
I like this definition best. I prefer petite ladies, but there are definitely some full figures women that I find attractive.
I’ve heard plenty aficionados use “chubby” approvingly, more or less interchangeably with “thicc.” But you’re right; as mentioned above, for most people it’s not a sexy word and the line is essentially that between the individual’s approval or disapproval. As we might say, the denotation is exactly the same; one just carries the added, nonsemantic assertion of “yay” and the other “boo.”
I always thought thicc was reserved for the highbrow aristocratic critics.
For the female figure, [‘thicc’ is] when all the proportions remain correct (defined by me) but they’re just larger.
This is an excellent definition.
In the mid-Eighties at the U. of Alberta, I found myself in a relationship with a young lady whose body was essentially a carbon copy of the June 1977 Playmate of the Month (Virve Reid), a woman who was thicc in all the right places. Said young lady also had a beautiful face and a sexual appetite that rivaled a horny young teenage male’s. It was 20 months of sheer sexual bliss for me, followed by the painful realization that I couldn’t possibly marry her ’cause we were incompatible when it came to our life goals. **SIGH**
Fabulous 20 months followed by 2 months of torture and then a messy and poorly-completed break-up. But ‘thicc’?
Yeah, I get ‘thicc.’
I’m not the best judge of this, because “pleasingly plump,” to me, means the kind of girls they made Playboy centerfolds in the late 80s.
But I suspect a lot of the difference has to do with where the majority of the weight is carried. Below the waist is where most men want the extra padding, regardless of how much padding they like.
Thicc, IMHO, which is the only opinion that matters, is the form of small waist, fit arms and legs, with a bit of junk in the trunk. Being thick all around does not make one Thicc. It just makes one thick. NTTIAWRT.
I’m so pale i make Gollum look *ethnic*, and yet that guy was so white that i’m still seeing spots. i’m still not sure if it was a person, or just ‘glare’ with a head.
I larfed – more than once! Would read again.
I thought it was common for 16th century painters to portray fair skinned, husky women because modern ‘Midwestern’ was a sign of affluence.
You got no thiccness in your soul.
Or Elvis. He doesn’t have any Elvis in him either.
Would he like some?
/half-remembered joke about the Irish
Everyone but Michael j Fox has Elvis in him.
Late corpse fuck that won’t be seen, but THIS is why I come here.
-1 Billy Idol lip
Get woke, yo. Being fleshy and pale meant that you didn’t have to do manual labor and had food available, kind of like being shredded and tan means you have enough money to not sit at a computer all day doing data entry now. Long finger nails, bound feet, etc meant you could provide for or were provided for and expressed status for yourself and your kin. As any of those things became fashionable and attainable to the masses preferences changed or horror show versions of affluent appearance started popping up (see fake tan lotion).
I always wonder how long it will take the third world countries to get on the bandwagon. At least for now, they’re all still into the fleshy and pale–with the pale proving a bit more difficult to dislodge than the fleshy. Or maybe they never will, since white folks are paler and pretty much every country thinks white folks are cool and sexy.
It was always fun being at outdoor venues with a Mexican guy I was seeing. We’d constantly be shifting positions so I was in the sun and he was out of it. I wanted more of the D and he didn’t want to look like he picked produce. It was a very jack spratt and his wife kind of deal.
I always like how frequently lefty American thinkers are so obsessed with their own eurocentism that they don’t realize that Asians were all about pallor well before regular European contact purely because of the class implications. Korean skin whitening creams are internalized racism! and what not.
I wanted more of the D
I’m taking that out of context and you can’t stop me.
I would be hurt if you didn’t!
As long as you don’t break out the rum.
*Hides bottle behind back*
It should be obvious to anyone who saw him cupping the balls of South Korean tree genitals that he does this on purpose.
Like you wouldn’t have taken the same picture.
We coloreds tan crazy fast too, as yet another cruel trick of God. I myself turn George-Lopez-in-a-tanning-bed dark in the course of a single day if I forget to reapply my SPF. And I’m kind of vain, too, and I do like my “winter coloration” better, so I’m always sitting there slathering myself in it like some sort of ruddy Irishman. Remnants of class anxiety at my proletarian heritage? Hmm…I might have some self-searching to do.
Too much Irish in me. I go a violent boiled red and then fade back to white.
Working at a race track for the summer, I did discover it was possible to sunburn your eyeballs. (The complete anal fissure we had for a boss wouldn’t let us wear sunglasses.)
Too much Irish in me.
I knew there was a reason I couldn’t trust you.
There was an attractive English soccer player who was CONSTANTLY out tanning on the upper quad in college. I went over to tell him he was burning one time and he responded with “I’m English, it’s all I know how to do. I’ll be a little tan tonight, and pale again by tomorrow.”
I’m so pale I got a sunburn in Ireland. The Irish didn’t, just me. I out paled the ghost people in the isle of no pigment. I stopped working nightshift when I got back home.
Same here. I used to get bubbly blisters on my back when I was little until I realized that was not a normal thing and I’ve been cowering from evil Sol ever since.
I hope you got you some of dat while you had the chance. Don’t bother looking him up now, because unless that posh, sexually ambiguous charm can carry the entire day, motherfucker probably looks like one of HM Royal Mailbags these days. Why someone who cannot even hold a tan would ever deliberately and repeatedly do such a thing to themselves is beyond me. But yeah, you see motherfuckers doing it all the time. I know brown is beautiful, but please, come on. Use your fucking head.
We’re FB friends. He’s still attractive, but he got really skinny when he stopped doing sport whereas he’d been meaty as an athlete. He was also a few years younger than I was so he’s got time before he ages out too hard.
I’m currently looking at my very flaky arms after I was out for a few hours longer at mid sun two weekends ago. I tend not to burn too badly, but this time got me.
My current is fair skinned with auburn hair and was playing beach tennis with a black couple. He kept reapplying sunscreen and eventually had to beg off from further games because he was worried he’d burn. They kept teasing him because he was so worried about it and he realized neither of them had ever suffered a skin-blistering sunburn.
It’s hard to relate. I fucking love the beach and festivals and everything else done outdoors in groups with little clothing. But for some reason, even though most of my friends have been white since college, I keep forgetting–over and over, even after all these years–that there are those among them who *can’t* enjoy these things with the abandon I do, who have to *fear* the sun to a significant extent. I’ll be all, come to the beach and hang out all day, it’ll be awesome! And they really just are coming from an entirely different place, a different attitude toward that activity. And I notice even white folks who can tan aren’t as habitually insensitive as I am, because they at least can relate to some extent. But for me–I haven’t burned since I was an infant–It’s just so *foreign* to the way I think, it doesn’t even occur to me.
Diego, are you tan-splaining? You need to check your melanin privilege!
Mike Schmidt wins the comment thread. Tan-splaining. Je-sus.
See, this is what you get for trying to be an ally!
Fine, I’ll be blunt: The hard truth of the matter is the differences between us are largely genetic. No amount of adjustment to environmental exposure, however well intentioned, is going to be able to fully change that reality.
Hmm, 9 comments, a little too soon to start hijacking the thread with one of my hobby horses. I’ll wait until there are 11 comments.
10
Your restraint is commendable
Eleven!!11!!
Thank you…
Spokane Street Viaduct cleared of Cholera Infestation for _________teenth time. New tents popping up in 3…2…1…
http://www.seattletimes.com/seattle-news/homeless-camp-cleared-under-seattles-spokane-street-viaduct/
Of the 38 people living at the camp, near the West Seattle Bridge in Sodo, eight accepted offers of emergency shelter from city outreach workers. The rest moved elsewhere, according to city officials.
Shorter: “fuck you, homelessness is awesome!”
I think of that as the perfect example of how useful idiots cant grok reality. They create a huge incentive for homeless people to come there and then scratch their heads and cant figure out why they have a problem with too many homeless people. Kind of like everything they do but too obvious to miss.
This sentence almost made me spit Coke all over my screen:
Only in progtopia could AN EMPTY PARKING LOT strain a budget.
OH, you haven’t heard the latest. SHARE, one of the corrupt homelessness encouragement organizations that’s contracted with the city is now demanding that all homeless people be handed fire extinguishers because their RVs keep catching fire.
http://komonews.com/news/local/deadly-fire-beneath-west-seattle-bridge-leaves-1-dead
Well, anyone who wants to buy a brand new fire extinguisher for cheap should be able to shortly at Seattle’s pawn shops
You can buy a small fire extinguisher for 10 bucks, so if they buy in bulk they could probably give each homeless person a small one for less than a typical soup kitchen lunch.
I’ve always gotten along with a wide variety of people (and am a bit of a soft touch,) and have thus known a lot of and still know a few homeless people. Accepting an offer of emergency shelter tends to mean accepting strictures more severe (if perhaps less persistent) than the strictures that being unwilling to live within made the homeless homeless in the first place are.
Would all of the Venuses
Well, they Do have pretty eyes! (That’s crypto-speak for when your pal’s GF is trying to set you up with a beast).
+1 good personality.
Rachel was well-formed and beautiful, but Leah had lovely eyes.
Single favorite fucking part of the whole magnum opus. I like the comedic material best in general–Jonah is a particular favorite–but this takes the cake. I love the fact that that joke is that old.
Family guy gave me an idea. Lets all come up with a rumor on a celebrity or pol, spread it, and see if it becomes “a thing”
Hunter S. Thompson was way ahead of you.
So Rolling Stone has been in the fake news business longer than I’ve been alive. Good to know. They should at least act a little less incredulous when people call them on it.
4chan are the masters of that. Pretty sure they were the ones who started the #shaveheadsforBieber movement because they tricked social media into thinking he had cancer.
Yep, that was 4chan.
“Family guy gave me an idea.”
They must have hired new manatees.
I guess South Park aren’t fans of the show, huh?
Tittyian? I vote Fernando Botero King-O-ArtyThicc
Botero has been my favorite sculptor since I was little! And I ain’t even into thiccness.
me too. there are a number of Boteros around New York City, and i think there was a cat one in central park when i was a kid that you could climb on. or maybe park avenue. the only one i can find pics of now does not look (as) climbable anymore.
Are you sure? When did you see them? I know there were a shit ton traveling around the world in the mid-1990s, and I went to see them when they came here. But I’m pretty sure they moved on after a month or so. Did you grow up in Manhattan? Because if not maybe you only played in the park a couple times in your childhood, and they were there when you were one of those times and you just thought of them as a permanent fixture. But I’m not from there myself; maybe I’ve been overlooking them myself. But I’m pretty sure I don’t remember a bunch of permanent ones.
Permanently though, you may not know, they got two of them, a man and a woman, *inside* that mall they built across Columbus Circle a decade or so back. The man’s dick is, of course, all polished and glowing from everyone rubbing it for good luck.
I think its actually a mix of both = there are a handful of permanent Boteros in NYC, and then in the 1990s there were some “traveling” exhibits that were prominently featured.
its likely the thing i played on in central park was something else, or maybe one of the current ones was there at some point. there are at least 2 Botero cats in NYC right now. the one i already mentioned has been there since the early 80s and this other one I don’t remember ever seeing before is now in front of the Crosby hotel.
yeah i lived in manhattan until i was in my early teens
Who the heck has favorite sculptors? What is this? 1542?
when you’re a kid and there’s lots of public-sculpture around, you tend to remember the names of the more-bizarre ones. Calder (pictured) was the first one i always remember seeing (i think he also had some hanging thing at JFK or the Moma…) ….and then of course Botero got them fat ass wimmin. Dislikes…. ? I donno, i never liked the stuff that dated-quickly. Keith Harings public stuff looked silly pretty quick, and… Debuffet? I didn’t know who that was and had to look it up. Also = whomever made that big square Rubix-Cube looking thing @ Astor Place.
He’d be all like, “ooooh girl, I’monna bronze that ass“
Ah, good, derpetologist is here. I need a ruling; sincere or perhaps the best satire since Swift himself?
I don’t think this is satire but it could be someone trying very successfully to hoist the progs by their own petard. This is the first and only article written with the name Shelley Garland. I can find absolutely zero information about her other than the various response stories attached to the original link you posted. If I had to guess I would say master level troll, but it could be legit.
If you lived in hipster-prog Brooklyn, you might be a bit less closed-minded to this sort of bold outside-the-box thinking.
Imma go out on a limb and say serious. Not that it matters much- “Good luck with that sweetie” might be an appropriate response. But boy the nutjobs are out in force these days.
Ima go with not satire at all. I have worked with dozens of South Africans over the years, only one of them not white. Most were dicks. It is a different culture. They lived under different rules when they went home than I did. A different world really. When you go to the grocery store do you worry about getting carjacked? I don’t.
She can hate on the white folk as much as she wants, I don’t care. But, look at the countries in Africa where the white population does not own property. South Sudan for instance. How is that working out? Colonialism has an ugly history for sure, but are people better off in those regions now or are their non colonial infiltrated neighbors better off? Let’s ask Robert Mugabe. It worked out well for him to do what this young lady proposes. Not so much for the rest of the country. Stuck it to the white folk they did though.
I rented a room from a woman from South Africa a few years ago. She was doing everything she could to get her money out of SA. When you have to enact laws to keep people from getting their money out of your country I’m inclined to think your system of government and monetary system have not worked out well.
“The Venus of Urbino” painting reminds me of Manet’s “Olympia”.
I’d always heard that Olympia was supposed to be so controversial because she’s looking straight at the viewer without shame, which supposedly made it obscene.
But it looks like an homage to “The Venus of Urbino”, with cat instead of a dog–and Venus also looking straight at the viewer, naked as the day she was . . . unshelled.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Edouard_Manet_-_Olympia_-_Google_Art_Project.jpg
Things I’ve been wondering about:
If emotional appeals are more effective than facts and logic, is it right to use them? For example, instead of trying to convince someone that the minimum wage is bad because it makes it more expensive to hire people thus leading to fewer jobs, show an interview with an unemployed teenager. I’ve always found this approach dishonest, but a lot of people eat it up.
I’ve seen a mixed approach in some commercials. A truck commercial will show it speeding across a scenic landscape while the narration gives performance data.
More generally, I wonder about what is the best way to persuade people about the benefits of free markets and small government. I think short slogans are a good start.
Minimum wage, minimum jobs
More laws, less justice
Being right is not enough to win the war of ideas, at least in the short term. An idea must satisfy emotions.
The principles of persuasion:
OT and late as hell, as always. Went back to PA to visit my folks. Took my 75-year-old Air Force Vet dad on a road trip to the http://www.nationalmuseum.af.mil/
Twas a pretty great trip. He got to see a bunch of planes he used to wrench-on in Vietnam. If you’re in to military aviation I highly recommend it.
Also, since it’s in Dayton here’s a little GBV: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uGYvY2unqVo
Hey, I puked in that museum when I was 5!
Tip: don’t eat the food from the cafeteria.
Good one, HM. You could continue on this theme well into the 20th century. Even back in the 50s, thiccer wiminz were still popular. I’m not sure when all this bony wiminz stuff started, but I’m against it.
Fuck, and I apologize, SF. This makes you the author of the best 2 Thicc Thursdays so far. Sorry, HM.
Since I was just pinch hitting, it’s an easy mistake to make.
Still, I should have been paying attention. Long day…
We can now add calling out the wrong author as “Hyped the author”.
NO!
At least he didn’t Hyp any of his links today
Thicc Pussy
Any shaved ones?
Curves
I also have a thing for redheads
MVP. Speaking of grab that titty.
For those gamers who also like thiccness, Haydee is 50% off on Steam this week.