Oh, this looks like a miracle of convenience ... push the milker, drag the bucket, push the milker, drag the bucket ... all while Flossie ambles away, staying just out of reach. Is she laughing at you or just chewing her cud? BTW, I'd make you get out the pressure washer to clean the gunk off that thing before I'd let the Miracle Milker close, that is, if I were a cow. Otherwise, just plain kinky.
Speedway, I put in a bid for this little wonder but it went for an astronomical price. Not that I've any use for a portable milking machine but I have a yen for the strange and thought it might make a curious conversation piece installed in the bedroom.
I wasn't going to go there BUT, yep, that's exactly what it is, just for a different species. Years ago, while doing volunteer work at a local hospital, I happened to walk in on a young mother who had this weird, noisy contraption in her room. She was holding two circular objects to her breasts, which were connected to the noisy sci-fi metallic machine. I can only imagine the look on my face! If I had to make the decision between the contraption and a baby with teeth, I may have chosen the latter.
Yep, after all the eroticism has passed, all that's left is the work and noisy machines. Oh, please check your slang dictionary, Dive. I think, given all your rants and pictures of pretty "weemin," you are definitely a "breeder," just no "get."
Pretty much like life, Speedway: after all the eroticism has passed, all that's left is the work. Not so sure about the noisy machines, though. And I am definitely not a breeder. Very (and I mean "very") occasionally (about once a millennium) I am a fornicator, but breeding? Hell no!
Ms.M. Miracles are strange and occasionally kinky.
Poor Vanda? LUCKY Vanda! I posted this because it is the only half-decent thing (apart form an LP of dogs barking) that I found this year in my local junk sales, whereas Vanda finds some totally AWESOME stuff, most of which I want so desperately it's almost worth the trip to California to buy them.
Years ago, when we first bought the boat, I found a contraption on board that turned out to be meant to wash clothes. One plugged it in then put it into the washtub. Daggone thing even had its carton. I wanted it so bad, shuffled it around, hid it various places but it got thrown away one summer. I guess no one appreciated the possible precursor to the automatic washer but me.
Hee hee, Petrea. Yes, there was an unfortunate undertone to the post (as there is to so much of the drivel I put on here). Luckily for me, Vanda has an admirably twisted sens of humour.
I love a good contraption, Speedway. I wonder what it would cost you to buy another one on EBay.
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Oh, this looks like a miracle of convenience ... push the milker, drag the bucket, push the milker, drag the bucket ... all while Flossie ambles away, staying just out of reach. Is she laughing at you or just chewing her cud? BTW, I'd make you get out the pressure washer to clean the gunk off that thing before I'd let the Miracle Milker close, that is, if I were a cow. Otherwise, just plain kinky.
Otherwise known here in the colony as a breast pump...
Speedway, I put in a bid for this little wonder but it went for an astronomical price.
Not that I've any use for a portable milking machine but I have a yen for the strange and thought it might make a curious conversation piece installed in the bedroom.
Yow, Prudence, that made me wince. Hee hee.
I wasn't going to go there BUT, yep, that's exactly what it is, just for a different species. Years ago, while doing volunteer work at a local hospital, I happened to walk in on a young mother who had this weird, noisy contraption in her room. She was holding two circular objects to her breasts, which were connected to the noisy sci-fi metallic machine. I can only imagine the look on my face! If I had to make the decision between the contraption and a baby with teeth, I may have chosen the latter.
That has to be the least erotic story involving boobs I've ever heard.
I'm so glad I'm a non-breeder.
Yep, after all the eroticism has passed, all that's left is the work and noisy machines. Oh, please check your slang dictionary, Dive. I think, given all your rants and pictures of pretty "weemin," you are definitely a "breeder," just no "get."
I guess miracles come in all forms....
Pretty much like life, Speedway: after all the eroticism has passed, all that's left is the work.
Not so sure about the noisy machines, though.
And I am definitely not a breeder. Very (and I mean "very") occasionally (about once a millennium) I am a fornicator, but breeding? Hell no!
Ms.M. Miracles are strange and occasionally kinky.
HAHAHA! If it didn't have the name on the side, I would've never figure out what it was. Is this thing bovine approved?
If I were a cow I'd run a mile.
Poor Vanda!
Poor Vanda? LUCKY Vanda! I posted this because it is the only half-decent thing (apart form an LP of dogs barking) that I found this year in my local junk sales, whereas Vanda finds some totally AWESOME stuff, most of which I want so desperately it's almost worth the trip to California to buy them.
You said it was for her. Perhaps I took that the wrong way.
Years ago, when we first bought the boat, I found a contraption on board that turned out to be meant to wash clothes. One plugged it in then put it into the washtub. Daggone thing even had its carton. I wanted it so bad, shuffled it around, hid it various places but it got thrown away one summer. I guess no one appreciated the possible precursor to the automatic washer but me.
Hee hee, Petrea. Yes, there was an unfortunate undertone to the post (as there is to so much of the drivel I put on here). Luckily for me, Vanda has an admirably twisted sens of humour.
I love a good contraption, Speedway. I wonder what it would cost you to buy another one on EBay.
What is something like this worth?
I have one to sell you see. Very difficult to put a value on!
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