Sherifu wrote: » Did someone say "Pics!"?
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????
Dun laoire wrote: » Women are great
queen-mise wrote: » omg, i don't know whether to be shocked or not. ok one comment.. MEN:mad: absolutely incorrigible:pac::pac:
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.
Defenestrate wrote: » Moobs = manboobs = what the fat lads have. Sure, if you enjoy the sight of that...
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
xzanti wrote: » Pinch of salt anyone??
