#meshugana

[secretcherimaybe]

“You don’t help people because it’s right. You do it because it makes you feel good.”

What I gotta be nice AND be miserable about it too?! Come on! Get over yaself! Minda ya own business!

[blindmanspuff]

Cigar Dojo and Asylum Collaborate on Meshugana - Cigar News

Cigar Dojo and Asylum Collaborate on Meshugana - #Cigar News @CigarDojo #cigars

Asylum Cigars and Cigar Dojo are collaborating for the first time on a limited-edition cigar called, Asylum Meshugana. Both Asylum Cigars and Cigar Dojo are celebrating their 10th anniversaries in 2022, so it made sense to celebrate together. The word Meshugana is a plays on Yiddish slang for “nonsense,” “silliness,” or “craziness.” For a long time we have wanted to do a blend with Authentic…

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[meshugana1]

Meshugana, but with breasts below your navel

Well, last I looked at the poll there was a new leader, but I already promised to do two stories so I’ll do the new leader first. Boy, never thought I’d be the one getting changed. But I’m still pretty excited about it! I’m a bit curious about who sent this. I mean you could’ve had me change anybody, but you picked little old me? That just makes me feel all fuzzy inside! Even the transformation you chose for me is sexy! Is transforming yourself transterbation? But I guess I shouldn’t stall anymore, should I? I could snap my fingers and it’d be done, but where’s the fun in that? So I decided to call in a friend of mine to lend a hand or two.

   “You can come in now!” I said. I was laying on my couch nursing a mug of hot chocolate when she rang the doorbell. She was about ten minutes late, usual for her. But it was time well spent it seems. Her clothing was simple but stunning. She wore a maroon silk top that showed an appropriate amount of cleavage and to my great pleasure, she wore a skirt so short I could see her enormous ass cheeks peeking out the bottom. Man, I did good work. Kijo looked at me, eagerness in her eyes. Not for my upcoming change, but for returning to her station at the parlor. She was nothing if not a workaholic.    “So, someone finally asked for you huh?” Kijo says. Her nose wrinkles just slightly. She can try to hide it all she wants, but she’s as excited for this as I am.    “Yup, and you were my first round draft pick to assist,” I say.    “Sure I was. Well, let’s get this over with.”    “Yeah, bring that sweet ass over here and give me some real knee-slappers!”    “Don’t get cheeky Mesh, or I’ll just get creative.”    “Maybe I want you to get creative?” I say. I stand and place a hand on her shoulder. A blush decorates her lovely face and I can’t help but lean in and kiss those red lips of hers. Her large breast press into my small chest. Sorry to disappoint anyone's fantasies, but I’m not stacked like my creations. The boob fairy never paid me much of a visit and I have lived my life with a measly set of A cups. Don’t worry, I never get jealous or anything. Kijo’s arms wrap around me and hold me close. Her tongue dominates my mouth and my hands grab her thunderous cheeks deeply. She pulls away. I try to maintain my hold on her awesome butt, but her arms are stronger than mine.    “Enough playing. It’s time to get down to business,” Kijo said.    “Careful Kijo, you don’t want the see me get creative with you, do you?” Kijo gulped a bit. It was cute seeing her get nervous. I gave her a firm slap to her bottom, subtly adding an inch or two.    “Oh come on, can’t you take a joke?” I plop down on my couch again. My hands slip beneath my shirt and raise it over my head, exposing my smooth pale skin and my small tits. My bra is a delicate, ruffled pink silk. Kijo smirks at this. I like wearing cute stuff, ok?    “You’re right. It’s about time we give the people what they want,” I say. Kijo gives no argument and reaches from my bra. She deftly unclasped it and tossed it away. From her purse, she removed an ornate decanter of her Madam’s unique lotion. This one saw little use in the parlor, which was good. Kijo was going to need a lot of it tonight. She generously lathered her palms in the white lotion then placed her hands on my chest.

   Her hands are warm and her touch is delicate. She was a masseuse after all. I know the lotion is working, but I can feel nothing but her smooth hands caressing me. She really was good. Her hands kneaded my small breasts, fingers digging in much more than they would usually allow. Ordinarily, Kijo would use those hands of hers to relax a person so they don’t even care to see what she’s doing, but I don’t need such extra treatment. I’m downright giddy! To the untrained eye it looks like my tits are getting bigger, which is technically correct I suppose. There’s a lot more meat now but not nearly enough. Kijo takes both hands and manipulates my left breast. It gives little resistance now as she squeezes and pulls. I guess they’re long past being firm. Her palm encases my nipple firmly, and her fingers squeeze, it feels so good. Then she pulls away from me and my breast remains in her hand. It’s incredible, I still don’t feel anything strange aside from the pulsing heat soaking my panties. Her hand continues to pull my breast out and her other strokes the newly formed flesh. It’s like watching someone pull taffy.

   I can’t help making cute little noises as she finishes my left tit and goes to my right. She does incredible work. It looks like my boob got longer, if that makes any sense, instead of it drooping like a weight. As she works on the right, I take the left into my hand and it’s so funny I can’t help but laugh. It’s as limp as a noodle, I’m holding it in the middle and it just drops straight down. So damn cute! And the best part is that the whole thing is as sensitive as anything! I let it slap against my torso and it reaches past my pussy, perfect. Kijo pulls once, then twice, then in a proud voice said: “There, all done.” They were amazing. Each perfectly similar, she even left the cutie mark over my left tit. It still decorated my breast a few inches above my nipple, and a few feet away from my torso.    “Thank’s a bunch Kijo, you do amazing work,” I say.    “I do don’t I? Don’t forget though, you owe me. And you can start by putting my ass back the way it was.”    “Aw, you noticed that, huh? But it looks so good on you!”    “Just do it, this skirt is barely holding together as it is.”    “Oh poo. Fine, your ass can be its old self again.” And with a finger snap her ass is smaller again. Dang, it looked so good too. “You sure you don’t want to hang around for a bit? I’m gonna have some fun with these sweater puppies.”    “No thank you, I’m gonna be late for my shift if I do. And I don’t want to piss off the Madam…again.”    “Oh yeah! Do you still—”    “I’d rather not talk about it. I’ll be on my way, enjoy your new teats Mesh!” Kijo said. I absolutely would too. I stroked them both simultaneously like a teenager figuring out how to use his dick for the first time. They were so long I could actually tuck them between my legs if I wanted to. Maybe tie them around my neck like a scarf! I can’t wait to go out on the town and show them off. The looks on everyone's faces are gonna be hilarious! Thanks to whoever suggested this one!

The End. Look for the alternate take coming soon!

[joelhar]

Russian Rationale Simply Explained

Russian Rationale Simply Explained

Part of the standard Russian propaganda planning manual

I admit to you, dear reader, that Russian logic escapes me on a more than frequent basis.

When something appears blue and Russian leadership and Russian media call it red, I admit I am perplexed.  When Russia is obviously invading Crimea and Russia denies it, I am ferhoodled*. When Russia is obviously backing a de facto invasion of Ukraine…

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[khaleesi--bevatna]

so we got a dog a while ago and her name was sugar and we just kept it because she responded well.

well

we like to mess around with pet names and find dumb other things to call them and chris started calling her “meshugana” and neither of us could figure out where we heard it or anything.

and then we looked it up and it is yiddish and it means crazy...or garbage.

we’ve been calling our dog garbage for months now.