
Hi. I'm 5'10" 210 looking for older women for fun and companionship. 50-65 any race or size.
Reader L. sent in this lovely personal ad featuring what I must say is an absolutely fantastic lawnchair in it. Look at it back there, what with it's gleaming aluminum supports, fine interwoven nylon straps, and sturdy plastic handlebars. A finer lawnchair I have not set my eyes upon in quite some time.
I'd love to have that chair.
I'd love to sit in it in my yard, and maybe get myself a good ol' box of that Sharrdonnay crap that my grandma used to drink with a straw, causing her to occasionally release of an inordinate stream of foul and creative cursewords that would make the most seasoned Bering Sea crabber blush. That, or she'd start shooting birds in the beak with a rifle. She wasn't very pleasant.
And from that chair, I could dream. I could dream of kicking the asses of all the disgusting, hairy social ingrates who sit in their poorly lit basements naked and take perfectly good pictures of perfectly good lawnchairs but insist on putting their dicks in it.
Thinking that somehow, a woman might see this picture and think something other than "Wow, that sure is a nice lawnchair."
I agree, ladies. I agree.