Showing posts with label Jessica Alba. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jessica Alba. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Jessica Alba Naked: Rise of the Flesh Toned Surfboard

From now until Saturday, I will be putting up stories from the Bagwine vault. I felt this a perfect way to end year number four of Bagwine Ruminations and begin year number five which amazingly begins on Sunday May 23rd. Wow.

Here's one from June 18, 2007...

The new Fantastic 4 movie really cleaned up at the Box Office this weekend. I haven’t seen it yet but I do really love one of the characters, The Invisible Woman.

Yes I am a shallow man, but my affection for the character is purely due to masturbation purposes creative respect. I think Jessica Alba through her theatrical genius, has captured the essence of this particular superhero.

I must admit however, that I spend hours on end thinking about the fun I could have with the Invisible Woman.

I even had a dream about her the other night.


She came over and we started drinking some Wild Irish Rose.

We sat on the couch and she began to rub her form fitting superhero suit up against me. We put down our drinks and she straddled me as I sat on the couch.

She put her lips to mine and then proceeded to tickle my uvula with her super tongue. She kissed my neck, I opened my eyes, and there on the TV was a one-eyed toucan singing a reggae version of “I’m Turning Japanese.”

She stood up, took my hand and said, “Let’s go to bed.”

Once in bed, we laid down next to each other completely nekkid. After a few pecks and licks, she whispered in my ear, “Get kinky Matt-Man; do me while I’m invisible.”

I said, “Okay, but how will I find everything?” Jessica…er…The Invisble Woman said, “You’ll do fine, after all, you’re Matt-Man, Bitch!!”

When she said that, I didn’t know what turned me on more, that I was in bed with a gorgeous superhero, or the fact that she obviously reads my blog!!

Anyway, she went all invisible on me and I began the search and seizure mission. It did not start out well. I spent the first ten seconds French kissing her left eye.

I then moved on to kiss and caress her super breasts which oddly had no nipples. It was then I realized that I was sucking on her kneecaps.

I took a minute to sit up and analyze the shape and position of how her body was sunk into the bed. I studied and then hopped where I thought I would be in position for some good lovin’.

When I landed she said, “Oooooo good job Matt-Man.”

Passionately yet gently, I began to make love to her, or as I romantically refer to it, “began to plant the spud in the mud”.

Either the Enzyte I had been taking was adding the size it guaranteed or this was the tightest hoo-ha I had ever come across.

I was nearing the moment of climax when I moaned a super moan, and she laughed a super laugh.

Lying beneath me laughing…she became visible.

I looked down and discovered the source of her amusement. I had just spent the last two minutes fucking the hell out of her belly button. The mood had been shattered.

But then, she said to me…

“It’s okay Matt-Man. I’ll stop by tomorrow and go see the movie with you. You can freak everyone out at the theatre by making out with me while I’m invisible. Just be ready to be called Pee-Wee Matt-Man. Ciao baby!!”

I hope this entry will help you to think of me when you view this fine movie which I have never seen.

Cheers!!

Friday, February 27, 2009

Bagwine Babes

It's Friday and I have a new schedule beginning today. I will now be working Friday evenings. But all is not bad. I now have all day Saturday off. Boo Yah!!

I'm letting my mind take the day off today. So I thought I would just kick off this first weekend of Lent with some Bagwine Babes who have a hotness factor of Biblical proportions.

How can I not get things started with Bagwine fave, Tyra Banks. Mmmmmmm. Tyra.

Brains and Beauty...Okay...beauty anyway. How I do loooove me some mocha-cheena...




Well hello there Mizz Alba. I don't think I have ever seen you quite like this before. Me love you long time.



Far too young for me, but I adore Christina Aguilera. Purrrrrrrr. And this babe does have talent. The bitch can belt out a tune. I wanna be her Candy Man.



Mmmmmmmm, a blast from the past. The uber-hot Gina Lollobrigida. Oh how I would love to stuff her calzone.




Of course, since I am one to keep the peace in the Bagwine digs, I must include the lovely Schmoop. Keepin' the peace, so I can keep on gettin' a piece.




And now...A little somethin' for the ladies...




And to all of you lovely ladies out there...Mr. Tom Jones!!

Tom, you magnificent, uncircumcised, drippin' in foreskin, bastard, you!!

Have a great Friday and a wunnerful weekend, all.

Cheers!!

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Clearing the Cobwebs and Enjoying the Gaiety

Ahhhh. My day off. I needed it. I was speaking and thinking in nonsense.

And boy howdy, do I have big plans for today.

I am going to finish my Christmas cards today (many of them went out yesterday).

Schmoop is coming home early, and I am going to color her hair again. I wanted to go green with her locks for Christmas but she nixed that idea.

I thought not only would green hair be festively yuletidish, the next time we got naked together it would be like having hot sex with a Martian chick.

Alas, I am using Garnier Intense Auburn upon her tresses once again…

That’s cool, ‘cause it really brings out her eyes, allowing me to more easily notice them spinning counter-clockwise.

I am making a casserole for dinner as well. I’ll make it up early, you know, before I get really blottoed.

I have yet to determine what is going into it. But, I am the Casserole King, so no fears.

I may even update and video a Christmas Carol today as well. I just feel like singing.

I’ll crack open a beer by 8 A.M. and sing along with my Peter, Paul, and Mary Christmas CD to get me in the mood.

I need to shave and trim up my goatee today as well. I look a little ragged.


I mean, I love Jeebus, but I don’t want to look all unkempt and unclean like him.

It’s Christmas time, I want to look like a well-wrapped present with bows and ribbon, n’shit.

Wait just a minute folks…

I just realized something. I am going to be doing the following things today.

I am doing a woman’s hair. Handcrafting Christmas cards. Cooking dinner. Singing to Peter, Paul, and Mary. Trimming my facial hair, and hoping to be dressed in bows and ribbon.

Yesterday, I claimed that my buddy Vinny was gay. Holy Crap. My activities for the day indicate that maybe it is I who needs to come out of the closet…

Nahhhhh. I’m not gay. If I was, I wouldn’t have put this at the top of my Christmas Wish List…




That’s right. I want to be slathered in mayo, pressed between those two lovelies, and be the meat in a Jessica Sandwich.

Yummmmmmm.

Actually, as good as that sounds (and looks), I don’t need that wish to come true.

I can always, with continued luck, get naked with Schmoop, imagine that her hair is green, and have incredible sex with My Favorite Martian.

Cheers!!

Tuesday, October 07, 2008

Matt-Man: Representin'

Tonight, Barack “He’s a Terrorist” Obama and John “Early Bird Special” McCain will hold their second debate.

The battle royale takes place at Belmont University in Nashville, TN.

I refer to this oratorical smack down event as, The Music City Mutterings.

They will get to speak their peace (or is that, piece) tonight, so I thought I would take this time to speak mine.

Here is my position on Health Care that I would enact if elected to govern this nation.

The Matt-Man Health Care Initiative


Preventative, mental health, and medical care will be a right, and free to all Americans. How do I propose to pay for this expensive venture?

Simple…I will seek passage by Congress of a, Stupid Driver Tax.

Those who fail to merge correctly, don’t use their turn signals, pull out in front of other drivers and then go ten-fifteen mph below the posted speed limit will be taxed $20.00 per offense.

Even with that minor level of monetary taxation, that should be more than enough to cover the cost of my Health Care Plan.

Doctor’s visits?

From now on, the doctor will come to YOUR house to see you.

More importantly…the doctor will have to sit in your living room in the midst of sick, contagious people for at least ninety minutes prior to you coming out for your examination.

Breast and cervical exams will be provided by me, Matt-Man. I will fondle your fun bags with medical diligence.

As for the cervical exam, I will not use a cold, steely spatula…er…speculum. I will use the Matt-u-Lum; and I think we all know what that is.

President Matt-Man, at your cervix!!

For men, prostate exams, will be performed by the following…

For Liberals, Tyra Banks dressed in only thigh high stockings and a man’s dress shirt will be thrusting her digits up your ass.


For Moderates, it will be Jessica Alba sporting a bikini, who invades you.

For you Conservative dudes out there, your glory hole will be invaded courtesy of the fingers of Bea Arthur.

Sorry, no lubricant for you guys, and by the way, Maude will be in all her naked, octogenarian glory while checking you out.

As for the issue of stem cell research?

I will call for Dick Cheney to be dissected, his stems cells harvested, and we will find out what makes him such a major league asshole and correct the situation for generations to come.

Can you imagine a future without assholes? You're welcome.

Will I call for legalized medical marijuana? No. Why, you ask?

Because marijuana will be legal for anyone and everyone!!

Hey, just treat the stoners the same as drinkers when it comes to the law, tax their vice of choice the same, and Boo Yah!!…We’re makin’ money, America!!

What the hell, let’s take over financial control of the poppy crop in Afghanistan, and our nation can ride heroin production to financial freedom.

Take that OPEC and Red Fucking China!!!

So there you have some of my health care stances. I hope you find them insightful.

Enjoy the debate…or not. But one thing for sure…


Cheers!!

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Friday, March 14, 2008

Streaming Friday!!

It’s Stream of Consciousness Friiiiiiday so deepen my voice, dress me in a 70’s pantsuit, and call me Maude ‘cause I am in a relatively bad mood.

Much like Kramer from Seinfeld, I have an internal alarm clock beyond reproach, but this morning it didn’t go off.

Son of a Bitch…

There are few things in life that really tick me off, but waking up late is one of them. Man I gots lots o’ shit to do today.

I have to do some runnin’ around this morning.

I have to put together something for Vinny’s Site for Monday, and ruminate over the big happenings forthcoming next week.

Boy Howdy!! Next week is HUGE. Palm Sunday Church Disservice…St. Patty’s Day…Our favorite Messiah gets nailed to a Cross on Friday..and…

I’m forgetting something...um…oh yeah!!

Thursday, I will be putting something special into your Easter baskets during a very creepy special Half Nekkid Thursday, The Easter Edition.

Mmmmm the coffee is helping. Did you see the pics of the hooker that Eliot Spitzer spent thousands of dollars on to sleep with?

She’s pretty hot, but c’mon…Five Grand for some nookie?

All I have to do is keep the house clean, make Schmoop a fresh, hand-made cheeseburger, and she’ll have me screamin’ “Praise Jeebus” in no time.

Better still, I’ll be able to lick burger grease from her chin while bringin’ in my dogie. Ride Me Cowgirl!!

Okay, my bad mood is starting to subside a little, as is my use of foul language, dammit. Boo Yah!! Clicky Clack, Clicky Clack.

I’m having my personal stylist completely shave my head next Saturday…

On Easter Morning, I will wake up with a smooth head in honor of The Resurrection. I will then proceed to eat mucho meat-o.

If you leave me now…You take away the biggest part of me…Oooooo ooooo oooo baby please don’t go. I hate Chicago.

I guess I better get this party wound down, because I have to shave, read some bathroom material, and take a shower.

I am in such a hurry this morning, that I better fantasize about Jessica Alba, rather than Barbara Bush while washing my wanker.

No time to spare my friends…

If I don’t respond to your comments right away or get around to your blogs this morning, it just means that I am absent.

Absent in a physical sense, not my typical, absent in a moral and mental sense.

Enjoy your Friday folks, see ya ‘round later and over the weekend.

Cheers!!