Things that you rate!

[Spargo]

Took the puppy for a walk down the beach and in a car on the beach front a woman was wearing her top fairly loosely to show her puppies

No growler?

[BoundaryRider84]

Geelongs Wacky Wednesday outfits. Jimmy Bartel nevers seems to fail

[The Dark Knight]

Geelongs Wacky Wednesday outfits. Jimmy Bartel nevers seems to fail

How good is his costume!!

[Mr Beefy]

I rate Tit Monday

Tit Monday:

This put it best. I didn't write it, for those who thought I did but i'll claim it if you want me to:

"Ah, Tit Monday. It's not that far off now...

That glorious day when, heading into work on the bus, or sitting on the train, you find yourself suddenly chirpier than you have been in months. You find yourself smiling at strangers again. There is a mild involuntary tumescence in your trousers that comes and goes throughout the morning with the comforting regularity of a heartbeat.

And then you get a text around lunchtime from a mate which says: "At last, Tit Monday!" And you instantly understand why you are so happy. For Tit Monday is that special day in the year when, for the first time, the temperature rises above that magical point which causes girls getting dressed in the morning to decide to show a bit of skin.

After months of dull colours and chunky knit, the world's birds suddenly dive into last summer's wardrobe (they've not had chance to buy this season's stuff) and chuck it on without a thought. Your urban landscape is suddenly lightened with acres of naked arm and leg and, after many dark months of burrowing, breasts rising to the surface like moles at dusk.

Big breasts in white work shirts straining at the buttons. Small breasts braless in vest tops, the nipples frotted by ribby fabrics. Breasts in summer dresses bouncing in the distance so that they catch your eye before you even notice there is someone wearing them. Breasts nudging out from the crowd at traffic islands, quivering to cross the road...

And you know it is nearly summer. For previous generations, the arrival of spring was heralded by the sound of the first cuckoo. For us, it is Tit Monday.

Not that it always falls on a Monday. Like Easter, Tit Monday is a moveable feast.

And then, of course, there is Tit Monday Night. You see, in early summer, temperatures drop off very dramatically when night falls. But the dollies are not prepared. Slightly stunned by the morning heat, they drag out the summer clothes but forget to bring a cardie (a mistake they will not make again until next year), so that when they're all standing outside the pub after work celebrating the arrival of spring, their barely covered nipples have no protection from the cold. It's like a Bring-and-Buy sale where everyone has brought hat pegs. It's like a prog-rock gig where, instead of lighters, everyone is holding up nipples.

So when will Tit Monday fall this year? Will you be the first to text your mates with the announcement? Do not shoot your bolt too early. There will be false starts. You will smell fresh cut grass and see a couple of early starters and feel compelled to declare Tit Monday. But your more level-headed friends will tell you to hold your horses, keep your powder dry, don't fire until you see the whites of their bra straps.

As the poet said: one bold Northern slapper in a bikini doth not a summer make."

Any chance today is the day?

[PatowalongaPirate]

Possibly. Might be better numbers tomorrow. Today might take a few by surprise given the recent inclement conditions; more prep time may be required.

[Booney]

Very good chance of it today I think. Just dropped Mrs Boon and the girlfriends at the airport (no, no display from them) and there were several indications that there was a lack of preparation or layering for the day ahead from several prospects.

[Spargo]

Well I've got mine out today...

[Booney]

Well I've got mine out today...

Pics or GTFO.

[Spargo]

Well I've got mine out today...

Pics or GTFO.

I would cop a life ban from this site.

[mighty_tiger_79]

Having just seen Spargs in all his glory on King William St, you don't want to see it!
Scarred for life

[mighty_tiger_79]

But I do rate the visuals here at the airport.....

[Footy Chick]

But I do rate the visuals here at the airport.....

He's pervin' on your Missus @Booney

[Booney]

But I do rate the visuals here at the airport.....

He's pervin' on your Missus @Booney

Good luck to him, I've seen 'em before.

[OnSong]

I rate Tit Monday

Tit Monday:

This put it best. I didn't write it, for those who thought I did but i'll claim it if you want me to:

"Ah, Tit Monday. It's not that far off now...

That glorious day when, heading into work on the bus, or sitting on the train, you find yourself suddenly chirpier than you have been in months. You find yourself smiling at strangers again. There is a mild involuntary tumescence in your trousers that comes and goes throughout the morning with the comforting regularity of a heartbeat.

And then you get a text around lunchtime from a mate which says: "At last, Tit Monday!" And you instantly understand why you are so happy. For Tit Monday is that special day in the year when, for the first time, the temperature rises above that magical point which causes girls getting dressed in the morning to decide to show a bit of skin.

After months of dull colours and chunky knit, the world's birds suddenly dive into last summer's wardrobe (they've not had chance to buy this season's stuff) and chuck it on without a thought. Your urban landscape is suddenly lightened with acres of naked arm and leg and, after many dark months of burrowing, breasts rising to the surface like moles at dusk.

Big breasts in white work shirts straining at the buttons. Small breasts braless in vest tops, the nipples frotted by ribby fabrics. Breasts in summer dresses bouncing in the distance so that they catch your eye before you even notice there is someone wearing them. Breasts nudging out from the crowd at traffic islands, quivering to cross the road...

And you know it is nearly summer. For previous generations, the arrival of spring was heralded by the sound of the first cuckoo. For us, it is Tit Monday.

Not that it always falls on a Monday. Like Easter, Tit Monday is a moveable feast.

And then, of course, there is Tit Monday Night. You see, in early summer, temperatures drop off very dramatically when night falls. But the dollies are not prepared. Slightly stunned by the morning heat, they drag out the summer clothes but forget to bring a cardie (a mistake they will not make again until next year), so that when they're all standing outside the pub after work celebrating the arrival of spring, their barely covered nipples have no protection from the cold. It's like a Bring-and-Buy sale where everyone has brought hat pegs. It's like a prog-rock gig where, instead of lighters, everyone is holding up nipples.

So when will Tit Monday fall this year? Will you be the first to text your mates with the announcement? Do not shoot your bolt too early. There will be false starts. You will smell fresh cut grass and see a couple of early starters and feel compelled to declare Tit Monday. But your more level-headed friends will tell you to hold your horses, keep your powder dry, don't fire until you see the whites of their bra straps.

As the poet said: one bold Northern slapper in a bikini doth not a summer make."

Any chance today is the day?

Not sure. Weather is good but I'm not sure people still aren't in the winter mind frame. Perhaps tomorrow will be the day, after work drinks etc.

[OnSong]

How I long for Tit Monday...

[Keefy]

There was a few around town at lunch time that had dressed suitably for the weather

[Computer Crashed]

I'm sitting next to one at the swimming centre right now.
Mediterranean coloured skin.
Thank you Tit Monday.

[cracka]

Make sure you at least watch til the 54 second mark

[Magellan]

How I long for Tit Monday...

Surely this discussion belongs in the "things that give you the tits" thread.

[The Dark Knight]

Cricket Round 1 tomorrow, we've had a countdown going for tomorrow from about 100 days out, keen as!! Love this time of the year.