Friday's Game #2: Answer the Question

If the other one is too taxing, this one should be a breeze.
Simply anwer the question.
For the first person who answers correctly, I have right here in my hand a cigarette and an unused bag/sachet of Tradition brand Ceylon Black Tea.
Ready?
OK, here we go.

QUESTION:
How freaking bad do I want to get my paws on Eva Mendes??

Do we have to ask questions to work it out? Are you allowed to put the items down? Is the cigarette lit? I don’t understand the rules… :cry:

Wasn’t there another version of that photo where you could see her baps? Or am I thinking of something else?

You’d give up a fag and a teabag for a grope. That is HIGH praise indeed for any bint.

[quote=“irishstu”]Wasn’t there another version of that photo where you could see her baps? Or am I thinking of something else?[/quote]There was a version of another photo of her that was showing more tatty bojangles than allowed and caused a bit of a tiswas.
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“not badly enough”

[quote=“Big Fluffy Matthew”][quote=“irishstu”]Wasn’t there another version of that photo where you could see her baps? Or am I thinking of something else?[/quote]There was a version of another photo of her that was showing more tatty bojangles than allowed and caused a bit of a tiswas.
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Oh yeah, that’s the one.

Is it bigger than a breadbasket?

Can you put it in your mouth?

It’s a black man’s puck!

This is a thread that could be used to explain Venn diagrams.

Especially if they look like Mendes’ bapstahs!!!

Only if she’s Anne Boleyn, you male Canadian genius, you.

She’s too fat and doesn’t look enough like a man for my liking.

Hmmmm, point.
Oh wait, what about that mutant Martian ho in Total Recall?

Hmmmm, point.
Oh wait, what about that mutant Martian ho in Total Recall?[/quote]

You need a diagram?

(What’s Total Recall?)

It’s true! You ARE a member of British royalty. I had my suspicions all along.
Plus, the bint’s wearing jeans because her knees are too sharp. Which proves conclusively that the chief wouldn’t know a shag if it leapt up out of the toilet and grabbed his nads with a pair of forceps.