Sunday, January 13, 2013
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Ground Coffee
Believe it or not, fresh ground coffee is a fantastic odor absorber, and it is used in many different ways to get rid of bad odors. Suspend the clean and dried up piece of clothing on a coat-hanger, and after that make a small gap in base of the bag, put it over the hanger. Strip the base of the container apart from for about six inches close to the corner. Place a pot of ground coffee in the additional corner of the same bag and close it with tape. Allow the garment to remain undisturbed for at least 24 hours. Cautiously open the plastic bag at the foundation and take away the pot of ground coffee. Chances are the smell of cigarette smoke will not longer be detectable, and the remaining scent of ground coffee will quickly fade away.
Thursday, January 10, 2013
Angelina Jolie - women celebrity smoker
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Female celebrity smokers - by brands
All those cigarette brands smoked by more than one celebrity.
If a woman has smoked more than one brand, she may appear twice below.Marlboro (116)
Christina Aguilera
Kacey Ainsworth
Lily Allen
Anahí
Christina Applegate
Natalie Appleton
Lucille Ball
Zoe Ball
Drew Barrymore
Justine Bateman
Arzu Bazman
Victoria Beckham
Annette Bening
Sarah Biasini
Jeanette Biedermann
Lara Flynn Boyle
Charlie Brooks
Carla Bruni
Jenna Bush
Emmanuelle Béart
Neve Campbell
Marlette Carter
Joan Chen
Julie Chen
Charlotte Church
Nikki Cox
Sheryl Crow
Penélope Cruz
Kaley Cuoco
Adrianne Curry
Sophie Dahl
Cameron Diaz
Kim Director
Shannen Doherty
Amanda Donohoe
Minnie Driver
Shelley Duvall
Julie Entwisle
Jennifer Esposito
Nadja Abd el Farrag
Tara Fitzgerald
Laura Fraser
Anna Friel
Cornelia Froboess
Mariella Frostrup
Daisy Fuentes
Janeane Garofalo
Rebecca Gayheart
Sharon Gless
Whoopi Goldberg
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
How to bring a girl home – Don’t use logic
I slam her ass against the car hood and Jam my mouth onto hers. Our tongues collide and she releases a whimper. Then I push her off and say, “Stop that!”
“What!? I didn’t do anything!” She replies.
“You know what you are doing. Come on, let’s go.”
It’s sitting pretty at just below freezing on New Years and there isn’t a cab in sight. I met my girl Blondie at a bar. One of many I frequent. She was wandering around with a giant grin on her face. I see them from a mile away—the ones that separate themselves from their friends, smile, play with their hair.
Make Luck Happen
I grabbed her arm and pulled her in saying, “Are you lost? You need a tour guide?” Five minutes later we are kissing, ten minutes later we are stroking each other’s junk. Sometimes you just get lucky. Sometimes you make luck happen.
Now its twenty minutes later and we’re going to my house. It’s cold, late, and a very long way home. “Are you sure there are no taxis? She pouts.”
“Hey don’t worry about a thing little girl!” I say sternly. Then I tickle her armpits and start a snowball fight. I let her win, and then grab her face and kiss deeply. Some strangers from across the street holler with approval. I give them a wave. We continue walking in the ankle deep snow.
“Baby, we’ve been lost in this storm for days, I don’t know if we will survive,” I say.
She laughs. “Yeah honey, I hope we make it ok.”
I grab her hand and whisper, “If I die…you can eat me.”
The snow is coming down a little harder and I’m starting to worry. That’s when I notice the glowing sign of hope. A pub! “Of course!” I yelp. “Alcohol is required!”
Always keep moving
I take her into the pub and order strong beverages. We warm ourselves on the nectar. A random douche attempts feebly to steal my prize with a lame comment, but I put my tongue in Blondie’s mouth and he wanders off defeated by superior game. Under the table she is squeezing my honker. Recharged…we head back into the cold night.
I continue to play fantasy games. First we are being chased by Nazi’s, then by a rapist dressed as Santa Claus, but the games always involve haste, and the prize of a warm rum and hot chocolate and pillowy soft blankets. She’s a trooper and has ceased all whining.
Finally, forty five minutes later, we arrive at my apartment. We sneak up the stairs and past my roommates’ bedrooms, into my den of joy. “This is my den of joy,” I say, and she laughs. Without the slightest provocation she strips off her clothes and jumps on my bed. Five minutes later I am in her mouth. It is one of the worst blow jobs of my life, all toothy and nasty. I pull out and scold her.
Lead the way
I flip her over and have my way. And she is very appreciative. I tell her she is a trooper for making such a dangerous trek in the snow. I sleep comfortably beside a beautiful girl I met only hours earlier. I wonder if it’s me, or if she arranged this whole situation. I quit thinking and sleep.
If you want to bring her home–realize that logic is not your friend. It’s much more critical to make the trip an adventure, a playful time with no expectations, no pressures. Keep her horny and in high spirits. Use the time to work her into a frenzy of expectation. Challenge her to be her best, most creative and sexy self, all the way home. Make her earn the right to be pleasured by you.
“What!? I didn’t do anything!” She replies.
“You know what you are doing. Come on, let’s go.”
It’s sitting pretty at just below freezing on New Years and there isn’t a cab in sight. I met my girl Blondie at a bar. One of many I frequent. She was wandering around with a giant grin on her face. I see them from a mile away—the ones that separate themselves from their friends, smile, play with their hair.
Make Luck Happen
I grabbed her arm and pulled her in saying, “Are you lost? You need a tour guide?” Five minutes later we are kissing, ten minutes later we are stroking each other’s junk. Sometimes you just get lucky. Sometimes you make luck happen.
Now its twenty minutes later and we’re going to my house. It’s cold, late, and a very long way home. “Are you sure there are no taxis? She pouts.”
“Hey don’t worry about a thing little girl!” I say sternly. Then I tickle her armpits and start a snowball fight. I let her win, and then grab her face and kiss deeply. Some strangers from across the street holler with approval. I give them a wave. We continue walking in the ankle deep snow.
“Baby, we’ve been lost in this storm for days, I don’t know if we will survive,” I say.
She laughs. “Yeah honey, I hope we make it ok.”
I grab her hand and whisper, “If I die…you can eat me.”
The snow is coming down a little harder and I’m starting to worry. That’s when I notice the glowing sign of hope. A pub! “Of course!” I yelp. “Alcohol is required!”
Always keep moving
I take her into the pub and order strong beverages. We warm ourselves on the nectar. A random douche attempts feebly to steal my prize with a lame comment, but I put my tongue in Blondie’s mouth and he wanders off defeated by superior game. Under the table she is squeezing my honker. Recharged…we head back into the cold night.
I continue to play fantasy games. First we are being chased by Nazi’s, then by a rapist dressed as Santa Claus, but the games always involve haste, and the prize of a warm rum and hot chocolate and pillowy soft blankets. She’s a trooper and has ceased all whining.
Finally, forty five minutes later, we arrive at my apartment. We sneak up the stairs and past my roommates’ bedrooms, into my den of joy. “This is my den of joy,” I say, and she laughs. Without the slightest provocation she strips off her clothes and jumps on my bed. Five minutes later I am in her mouth. It is one of the worst blow jobs of my life, all toothy and nasty. I pull out and scold her.
Lead the way
I flip her over and have my way. And she is very appreciative. I tell her she is a trooper for making such a dangerous trek in the snow. I sleep comfortably beside a beautiful girl I met only hours earlier. I wonder if it’s me, or if she arranged this whole situation. I quit thinking and sleep.
If you want to bring her home–realize that logic is not your friend. It’s much more critical to make the trip an adventure, a playful time with no expectations, no pressures. Keep her horny and in high spirits. Use the time to work her into a frenzy of expectation. Challenge her to be her best, most creative and sexy self, all the way home. Make her earn the right to be pleasured by you.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
How To Rock Flirty Fake Lashes This Halloween
Whether you’re dressing up for Halloween or not, we highly recommend popping on a pair of false lashes to complete your weekend look. They instantly up your sexy factor in a way that just mascara can’t. Plus, with the right technique, they’re surprisingly easy to apply. Check out 9 other beauty tricks you need to know.
Whether you want to enhance your eyes with a set of classic black falsies or want to experiment with a feathery pink pair for the holiday, Make Up For Ever makeup artist Erin McCarthy shares the most goof-proof way to wear them so they’ll last all night long.
1. Curl your natural lashes and swipe them with mascara.
2. Take the lash strip in your hand and bend it a few times—the more flexible it is, the better it will conform to the shape of your eye, making it less likely to pop off your lids.
3. Then, using a hard stick like a Q-Tip wand or the blunt end of a makeup brush, swipe lash glue onto the lash band. Wait until the glue is tacky and almost completely dry before you apply the lashes — the glue is stronger and more adhesive that way. When it’s wet, it will be too slippery and your lashes will slide off.
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