<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21529855</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:12:04.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We want sexy beasts</title><subtitle type='html'>Must you be the only lonely man-beast in town? — Alfred Pennyworth to Batman</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumyumthree.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21529855/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumyumthree.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>yumyumthree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186555218901473090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21529855.post-113833946427496088</id><published>2006-01-27T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T08:53:12.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bent on the First Gent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6208/2178/1600/mike%20arroyo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6208/2178/320/mike%20arroyo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;p&gt;First Gentleman Jose Miguel "Mike" Arroyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;Donchu wish ur FG wuz hot like me?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Though legend has it that he was one of the best looking of the coño set in his younger days, First Gentledog &lt;strong&gt;Jose Miguel “Mike”Arroyo&lt;/strong&gt; now looks like &lt;strong&gt;Jabba the Hut&lt;/strong&gt;. Make that Jabba the Hut with the voice of a cockroach. A lawyer by day, Mike does many mysterious things at night—not including molesting his favorite Tickle Me Elmo stuffed toy. He gave his wife some golf balls for their wedding anniversary. This dude ain’t getting any no more. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;Claim to fame:&lt;/em&gt; Allegedly popped GMA’s mini-cherry (Man, that has got to hurt!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;Occupation:&lt;/em&gt; lawyer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dream job:&lt;/em&gt; to live in exile with a tall woman&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;Favorite position:&lt;/em&gt; being First Gentleman&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will be remembered as:&lt;/em&gt; The Man Who Would Be &lt;strong&gt;Jose Pidal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lesson to impart:&lt;/em&gt; Never ever marry little women who have chips on their teeny-weeny shoulders—even if their overbites excite you and even if they are that tight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, will the &lt;strong&gt;yumyumthree&lt;/strong&gt; rub his tummy or go straight to the toilet and retch the image of him wearing nothing but diapers?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mademoiselle Hamster says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know those crappy but wonderfully campy Japanese shows like &lt;em&gt;Magmaman&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Ultraman&lt;/em&gt;? Well, whenever I see Mike A., I hear this dialogue in my head: ‘&lt;em&gt;At eto na ang dambuhala&lt;/em&gt;!!!’ I’m sorry but the only monster I would deign to fuck is Godzilla.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ginoong Bolitas says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mike Arroyo would fit well in a Roman orgy. I mean, it's perfect; he has the debauched Roman virtues down pat: avarice, gluttony and known to have coitus with a dwarf. The sheer heft would make him overqualified with the bear community. He DOES have nice eyes though. I wonder how it feels like to have sex on a &lt;em&gt;jueteng&lt;/em&gt; table. Mike, you wanna show me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mizz Manly Belch says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love human flesh. I love warrior women, with full grab-worthy hips and smothering breasts. I love daddy bears, with meaty arms and round hairy bellies. Jabba-the-Hut Arroyo, however, one of the galaxy’s biggest (pardon the pun) criminal underlords (and under the &lt;em&gt;saya&lt;/em&gt;), is alien. I don't do inter-species. I bet he sweats cooking oil, craps lard, and has saliva like an oil slick. His wife was born under the sign of Aries in the year of the Pig. It’s a match no Fate could resist and no human should put asunder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, dear readers, would you lubricate the First Gentleman or just pass out? Comments and emails are welcome &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:yumyumthree@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yumyumthree@gmail.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Graphic by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:chilliconkarne@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;chilliconkarne@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21529855-113833946427496088?l=yumyumthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumyumthree.blogspot.com/feeds/113833946427496088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21529855&amp;postID=113833946427496088&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21529855/posts/default/113833946427496088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21529855/posts/default/113833946427496088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumyumthree.blogspot.com/2006/01/bent-on-first-gent.html' title='Bent on the First Gent'/><author><name>yumyumthree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186555218901473090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21529855.post-113832359663598864</id><published>2006-01-27T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T12:47:45.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pac You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6208/2178/1600/pacman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6208/2178/320/pacman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Manny "Pacman" Pacquiao&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hit Me Baby One More Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Boxing champ &lt;strong&gt;Manny “Pacman” Pacquiao&lt;/strong&gt; is the country’s sporty &lt;strong&gt;Nora Aunor&lt;/strong&gt;. Right now, he can do no wrong. Nobody dared to point out that his singing sucks, the Darlington ads suck, and that his movies suck—until now. But, on the plus side, he can beat up anyone of those stinky men at the MRT who use elbows and bags to hurt women. He’s also got nice abs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Claim to fame:&lt;/em&gt; General Santos’ Best Export Product Aside from Tuna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Occupation:&lt;/em&gt; Boxer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dream job:&lt;/em&gt; Singer, actor, and big-time political mascot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Favorite position:&lt;/em&gt; rough sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will be remembered for:&lt;/em&gt; Darlington socks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lesson to impart:&lt;/em&gt; Never ever talk to little women on the cell phone (even if they want to declare a national holiday for you) after beating up an arrogant but super duper gorgeous Mexican prizefighter who ought to be in a porn flick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Will the &lt;strong&gt;yumyumthree&lt;/strong&gt; have a bedtime bout with The Pacman or opt for a &lt;em&gt;Million Dollar Baby&lt;/em&gt; ending with this one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mademoiselle Hamster says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no. A thousand times nooooooooooooo!!! I can’t stand those &lt;em&gt;jologs &lt;/em&gt;No Fear undies. I can’t stand his squeaky voice. I can’t stand his &lt;em&gt;kanto&lt;/em&gt; boy mustache. On the other hand, he’s makes for a great trophy hump—if you’re into that sort of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ginoong Bolitas says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, he is a Four-million dollar baby and it could be romantic if he showers me with cash and one year supply of &lt;em&gt;Dolly tuna&lt;/em&gt;. I need Darlington socks&lt;em&gt; kasi&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;walang himulmol&lt;/em&gt;. I bet his love-bed will be filled with &lt;em&gt;No Fear&lt;/em&gt; badges. KINKY!!!! It would be great to have a tryst with the people's champ and his moustache could be a french tickler, but, alas, I would have to say no. He may be great but he is blind to support an administration that is out to milk his popularity. Besides, if it were to be a threesome, I would not want to have a bloated presidential hobbit with bad hair on the bed. Who would?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mizz Manly Belch:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex may be an athletic sport. But, in my ring, I prefer my men to have rhythm and have facial muscles that show emotion. Besides I don’t like sharing with trolls. He already has a gazillion publicity-hungry showbiz and government personas scarfing, blowing and licking every inch of skin on his body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, dear readers, would you eat Pacman or not? Comments and emails are welcome &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:yumyumthree@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yumyumthree@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Graphic by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:chilliconkarne@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;chilliconkarne@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21529855-113832359663598864?l=yumyumthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumyumthree.blogspot.com/feeds/113832359663598864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21529855&amp;postID=113832359663598864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21529855/posts/default/113832359663598864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21529855/posts/default/113832359663598864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumyumthree.blogspot.com/2006/01/pac-you.html' title='Pac You'/><author><name>yumyumthree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186555218901473090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21529855.post-113826179053250377</id><published>2006-01-26T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T08:17:06.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, Garci!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6208/2178/1600/garci.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6208/2178/320/garci.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Virgilio "Garci" Garcillano&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elusive and enigmatic Virgilio "Don't Call Me 'Garci!'" Garcillano, he with the beady eyes and the wrinkled look, is a former official of the Philippine Commission on Elections accused of being involved in Gloria Macapagal Arroyo's alleged election shenanigans in 2004-no thanks to the wiretap done by Agent Doble (who will soon be a Yum Yum Three Hunk of the Moment himself). In reality, Garci is deemed the best phone sex performer in Northern Mindanao. If you can tie your shoelaces while whistling "Wake Me Up Before You Go Go," it won't take much for you to guess why She was calling. If she wanted an innocent phone pal, she would have called Joe D'Mango. Hence, The Big Cover Up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Claim to fame&lt;/em&gt;: Cagayan de Oro's Geriatric Hunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Occupation&lt;/em&gt;: Down-and-out Comelec commissioner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dream job&lt;/em&gt;: Phone sex operator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Favorite position&lt;/em&gt;: phone sex with government officials and sex on the run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will be remembered for&lt;/em&gt;: "Hello, Garci?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lesson to impart&lt;/em&gt;: Never ever talk to little women during presidential elections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So, Garci being the first featured sexy beast, will the &lt;strong&gt;yumyumthree&lt;/strong&gt; find him humpable or ho-hump? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Will we do the nasty with Garci?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mademoiselle Hamster says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes and no. Though I have sworn never again to screw a man who is mysterious and who disappears when push comes to shove, I must admit that Garci appeals to me because he is also from Cagayan de Oro. &lt;em&gt;Tsada siguro sya iyuton kay&lt;/em&gt; we speak the same language. But, no, I won't phone fuck him because he sounds like a lolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ginoong Bolitas says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is sexier than a yes man, right? Oh no! How can you resist a yes man that looks like a king toad in a small pond? This is an actualization of beastial fantasy. Garci would be a fine bottom. &lt;em&gt;Would be?&lt;/em&gt; The way he dropped off and scampered away from the scene of the crime when the scandal erupted makes me think he &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;IS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a bottom! A favorite foreplay with this one is good old hide and seek. Then he pops up, lash him and strap him in leather because someone needs to be spanked.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mizz Manly Belch says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing sexier than imagination. Garci’s voice and face leaves absolutely NOTHING to the imagination. I would never do him—not even with the assurance that he wouldn’t kiss and tell or if I was bribed with cash or threatened with presidential wrath. This pussy is made of platinum, honey. As an act of supreme sacrifice and charity, maybe I’d let him suck a toe for five minutes. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, dear readers, would you do Garci or not?  Comments and emails are welcome &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:yumyumthree@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yumyumthree@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Graphic by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:chilliconkarne@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;chilliconkarne@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21529855-113826179053250377?l=yumyumthree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yumyumthree.blogspot.com/feeds/113826179053250377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21529855&amp;postID=113826179053250377&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21529855/posts/default/113826179053250377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21529855/posts/default/113826179053250377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yumyumthree.blogspot.com/2006/01/hello-garci.html' title='Hello, Garci!'/><author><name>yumyumthree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186555218901473090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
