”“Jasmine, I’m not going to paint a picture of just your pussy. God! That would be a whole subject by itself. This is a figure painting. I’m g...oing to spend as much time on painting your face as your breasts. I think. I mean...”“I’m such a dope! I don’t have any idea what I’m doing!”“Neither do I,” I said. We looked at each other and both started laughing.“Okay. Well, that’s comforting. Just tell me what position you want me in, okay?” she said. “For the painting!”My eyes popped open and we. " That's OK by me " I replied "but what is a Ph.D and why do you want one?"She sat down opposite me. "Good questions; a Ph.D is the award of a Doctorate of Philosophy, but it can be in any art or science subject; economic music or Divinity" she sipped her coffee. "To be awarded a Doctorate you must come up with new research in your chosen field- anthropology in my case." She gave me a steady look. "I'm going to investigate the Green Jackets as I would if I had discovered a new tribe in the rain. ...en zei tegen me, toe kerel neuk de slet zn strot.Door de xtc kom ik heel moeilijk klaar dur kon flink lang door neuken in die hoerige strot van die gast, terwijl die andere zn pik al leeg had gespoten in de kut van die slet, trok ik mn pik terug met de opmerking dat ik niet klaar wilde komen, en maakte hun niet wijzer.we namen afscheid en ik trok mn sportshot over mn blote kont en de stijve was (te) goed zichtbaar Op blote voeten en ontbloot bovenlijf liep ik vanaf het naaktstrandje naar de. We then went back to some of your old medical documents, and found that you had always had slightly off-normal mental activity. So we did a full neurological scan. It seems that you were using parts of your brain... subconsciously, at least... that no human had ever used before. It seems that making your brain fight for its consciousness brought these differences to the surface, and made them dominant. We still don't fully understand it. But from all of our comparisons... you have a mental.