Maybe its the endorphins..

smcelhinney

..but walking into work today, and I have to say that all the wimmens in Dublin look stunning.

So reach your hand around your shoulder, and pat yourself on the back.

Rob_l

I second that twas hard to keep my eyes on the road at times while cycling in this morning

kaimera

*women

Sherifu

Did someone say "Pics!"?

Rob_l

Sherifu wrote: »

Did someone say "Pics!"?

yeah but you have to check out ebay

neacy69

Sherifu wrote: »

Did someone say "Pics!"?

seconded- pics or GTFO!!

justsomebloke

*wipes tear from eye*

I love the sun, it just makes women look oh so much hotter

beerbaron

I love being in Ireland for the 2 wks of summer we get.

The sunshine really transforms the Irish woman into a thing of beauty.

zuutroy

wtf would endorphins have to do with it?

whiskeyman

The glorious sunshine sure brings out the gorgeous birds.
But the question remains, where the f*ck are they hiding the other 51 weeks of the year????

Kur4mA

*WIMMINS

Agreed, the sun just feckin rocks tbh!

boardinwork

Lads,



It has finally arrived. After a prolonged winter and a pretty ****ty Spring I can now confirm that ‘Tit Monday 2008’ has occurred. For anyone who was lucky enough to be in town today you already know what I mean. Ya scallywags. But for those who aren’t familiar with what I’m talking about read on…



Ah, Tit Monday. You know the one. That glorious day when, heading into work on the bus, or walking to the Dart, or sitting on the Luas, you find yourself suddenly chirpier than you have been in months. You find yourself smiling at strangers again. There is a mild involuntary tumescence in your trousers that comes and goes throughout the morning with the comforting regularity of a heartbeat.

And then you get a text around lunchtime from a mate which says: "At last, Tit Monday!" And you instantly understand why you are so happy. For Tit Monday is that special day in the year when, for the first time, the temperature rises above that magical point which causes girls getting dressed in the morning to decide to show a bit of skin. After months of dull colours and chunky knit, the world's birds suddenly dive into last summer's wardrobe (they've not had chance to buy this season's stuff) and chuck it on without a thought. Your urban landscape is suddenly lightened with acres of naked arm and leg and, after many dark months of burrowing, breasts rising to the surface like moles at dusk.

Big breasts in white work shirts straining at the buttons. Small breasts braless in vest tops, the nipples frotted by ribby fabrics. Breasts in summer dresses bouncing in the distance so that they catch your eye before you even notice there is someone wearing them. Breasts nudging out from the crowd at traffic islands, quivering to cross the road... And you know it is nearly summer.

For previous generations, the arrival of spring was heralded by the sound of the first cuckoo. For us, it is Tit Monday. Not that it always falls on a Monday. Like Easter, Tit Monday is a moveable feast. In 2006 for example, it fell on a Friday. Friday 29 April, to be precise, when temperatures maxed out at 22.1C after nothing much above 16C all year. It last fell on a Monday in 2004, when temperatures leapt to 22C on 24 April. And then, of course, there is Tit Monday Night.



You see, in early summer, temperatures drop off very dramatically when night falls (Tit Friday 2005 dropped away to a parky 11.8C). But the dollies are not prepared. Slightly stunned by the morning heat, they drag out the summer clothes but forget to bring a cardy (a mistake they will not make again until next year), so that when they're all standing outside your local after work celebrating the arrival of spring, their barely covered nipples have no protection from the cold. It's like a Bring-and-Buy sale where everyone has brought hat pegs. It's like a prog-rock gig where, instead of lighters, everyone is holding up nipples.



Kev Moran has enquired on many occasions already this year: ‘So when will Tit Monday fall this year?’ Eager to be the first to text his mates with the announcement. His excitement about the impending prospect almost made him shoot his load too early. Luckily he didn’t. There have been and will be down the line many many false starts -when you smell fresh cut grass and see a couple of early starters and feel compelled to declare Tit Monday. But today is the day gentlemen. And by God it’s amazing.



D

Spud83

^^^^^^^^^^^
*applause*

whiskeyman wrote: »

The glorious sunshine sure brings out the gorgeous birds.
But the question remains, where the f*ck are they hiding the other 51 weeks of the year????

Under eight layers of clothes.

Defenestrate

Huzzah for Tit Monday!

Adam

That email is excellence.

prendy

brilliant!!!:D

so true!

Queen-Mise

omg, i don't know whether to be shocked or not.

ok one comment.. MEN:mad:

absolutely incorrigible:pac::pac:

Dun laoire

Women are great

Defenestrate

Dun laoire wrote: »

Women are great

I concur.

Spud83

queen-mise wrote: »

omg, i don't know whether to be shocked or not.

ok one comment.. MEN:mad:

absolutely incorrigible:pac::pac:

I'm guessing someone is a little flat chested and bit jealous of everyone else enjoying tit-monday. Dont worry we like all titties big and small.

Defenestrate

alanmurphy83 wrote: »

I'm guessing someone is a little flat chested and bit jealous of everyone else enjoying tit-monday. Dont worry we like all titties big and small.

I think that this is a fair assessment until pics are posted proving otherwise. :pac:

boardinwork

HA HA good lad Alan!!!

xzanti

Let's not forget the lads on the building sites gettin' em out for the girls aswel... Gotta love Moob Wednesday.. looking good guys..

Defenestrate

Moobs = manboobs = what the fat lads have. Sure, if you enjoy the sight of that...

boardinwork

Moob Wednesday :pac:

xzanti

Defenestrate wrote: »

Moobs = manboobs = what the fat lads have. Sure, if you enjoy the sight of that...

Pinch of salt anyone??

cornbb

boardinwork wrote: »

Lads,



It has finally arrived. After a prolonged winter and a pretty ****ty Spring I can now confirm that ‘Tit Monday 2008’ has occurred. For anyone who was lucky enough to be in town today you already know what I mean. Ya scallywags. But for those who aren’t familiar with what I’m talking about read on…



Ah, Tit Monday. You know the one. That glorious day when, heading into work on the bus, or walking to the Dart, or sitting on the Luas, you find yourself suddenly chirpier than you have been in months. You find yourself smiling at strangers again. There is a mild involuntary tumescence in your trousers that comes and goes throughout the morning with the comforting regularity of a heartbeat.

And then you get a text around lunchtime from a mate which says: "At last, Tit Monday!" And you instantly understand why you are so happy. For Tit Monday is that special day in the year when, for the first time, the temperature rises above that magical point which causes girls getting dressed in the morning to decide to show a bit of skin. After months of dull colours and chunky knit, the world's birds suddenly dive into last summer's wardrobe (they've not had chance to buy this season's stuff) and chuck it on without a thought. Your urban landscape is suddenly lightened with acres of naked arm and leg and, after many dark months of burrowing, breasts rising to the surface like moles at dusk.

Big breasts in white work shirts straining at the buttons. Small breasts braless in vest tops, the nipples frotted by ribby fabrics. Breasts in summer dresses bouncing in the distance so that they catch your eye before you even notice there is someone wearing them. Breasts nudging out from the crowd at traffic islands, quivering to cross the road... And you know it is nearly summer.

For previous generations, the arrival of spring was heralded by the sound of the first cuckoo. For us, it is Tit Monday. Not that it always falls on a Monday. Like Easter, Tit Monday is a moveable feast. In 2006 for example, it fell on a Friday. Friday 29 April, to be precise, when temperatures maxed out at 22.1C after nothing much above 16C all year. It last fell on a Monday in 2004, when temperatures leapt to 22C on 24 April. And then, of course, there is Tit Monday Night.



You see, in early summer, temperatures drop off very dramatically when night falls (Tit Friday 2005 dropped away to a parky 11.8C). But the dollies are not prepared. Slightly stunned by the morning heat, they drag out the summer clothes but forget to bring a cardy (a mistake they will not make again until next year), so that when they're all standing outside your local after work celebrating the arrival of spring, their barely covered nipples have no protection from the cold. It's like a Bring-and-Buy sale where everyone has brought hat pegs. It's like a prog-rock gig where, instead of lighters, everyone is holding up nipples.



Kev Moran has enquired on many occasions already this year: ‘So when will Tit Monday fall this year?’ Eager to be the first to text his mates with the announcement. His excitement about the impending prospect almost made him shoot his load too early. Luckily he didn’t. There have been and will be down the line many many false starts -when you smell fresh cut grass and see a couple of early starters and feel compelled to declare Tit Monday. But today is the day gentlemen. And by God it’s amazing.



D

Best post ever ^ Quoted cause I can't "thank" ya!

Defenestrate

xzanti wrote: »

Pinch of salt anyone??

Salt? Now you're trying to feed us all up? Eurgh, what a chubby chaser!

Amazotheamazing

Great post, boardinwork, great great post.

bronte

Jeepers, tis the second summer=horny guys thread in as many days :eek:
Us wimmins should be afraid.

boardinwork

Be very very afraid :rolleyes:

Jigsaw

While tits are indeed delightful womanly appendages, let us not forget that this time also bestows upon us the gift of the ladies' arses wiggling about and straining within the confines of the hot pant or micro skirt. A sight to behold.

Spud83

Jigsaw wrote: »

While tits are indeed delightful womanly appendages, let us not forget that this time also bestows upon us the gift of the ladies' arses wiggling about and straining within the confines of the hot pant or micro skirt. A sight to behold.

Also those light summer dresses that just flirt with you by dancing about knowing that any second a bit of wind could come along and delight us all.

Jigsaw

alanmurphy83 wrote: »

Also those light summer dresses that just flirt with you by dancing about knowing that any second a bit of wind could come along and delight us all.

Ah how remiss of me to forget the light summery dress!!!

I got a treat at a cash machine last summer when a gust blew the dress almost over the girls head. Revealed to me was a beautiful peachy rear "clothed" only by a tiny lacy thong. It was like a screensaver for my brain every time I started to daydream.

Loomis

For the ladies...

*may not be work safe

xzanti

Grrrrrrr ^ ^ ^

Zzippy

boardinwork wrote: »

Ah, Tit Monday..........

Brilliant! Funniest thing I've read on here in a long time!