No, no, Bob is not Russian, and he is not a professional troll.

He is a voluntary contributor. Happy working for free.

Trump on the other hand is a professional troll and his next wife is probably going to be Serbian, the one after that Bulgarian, then across the Black sea to marry a sultry young Russian model.

And then the Russian connection will be complete and Trump will be eligible to become, after his second term as POTUS, president of the USSR. Yes it will be called that. Yes Putin will be Generalissimus.

Mmmmmm..... sultry beauty. Hubba hubba.
Seems ripe for MST3K

The woman who sang this segment is Anita Kelsey, sultry voice of screen and audio-over...
here's a pic:
http://members.ziggo.nl/ferry23/vocal%20artists/Anita%20Kelsey/anita%20kelsey.jpg

>> ^dannym3141:

I'll just paste what a youtuber said because it in usual youtube fashion sums up my real opinion which i wouldn't put quite like this;
Wow...amazing that for 2minutes and 14seconds, I didn't absolutely hate the sh t out of Zooey Deschanel. What a beautiful, sultry, 1940's-style voice she has when she isn't delivering annoying acting performances. Impressed, now.


Apparently they've never heard of her musical group, She & Him.

I'll just paste what a youtuber said because it in usual youtube fashion sums up my real opinion which i wouldn't put quite like this;

Wow...amazing that for 2minutes and 14seconds, I didn't absolutely hate the sh*t out of Zooey Deschanel. What a beautiful, sultry, 1940's-style voice she has when she isn't delivering annoying acting performances. Impressed, now.

I mean, what can beat the sultry tasty of some Schweddy balls?

*quality *doublepromote

Excuse me, Rotty, it's Chirss Angel. The exrtra s is for sultry.

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so one my jobs is ct tech at a hospital....

im going to tell you a story about it.

i had a patient, a tiny 93 year old irish woman. she had a personal aid, a large young black man.
he helped me get her onto my table then sat out in the waiting room.
after he left the room my patients sighs loudly and says
"oh, hes such a nice man" .. "he is a nice man!"..."oooh... but it would never work out between us" *sigh*

i smiled, perplexed
she continues

"there was a night one time, it almost happened..." *baited breath*
"but my high morals just wouldnt let me ....." *pause, voice becomes deep and sultry*
"oh but he wanted me"


CUTEST THING EVER.
the end.

In June of '07, I went down to Ecuador to train at an archaeological field school. I was an Anthro minor and intended to pursue a career in Biological Anthropology, specializing in molecular clocking (deducing rates of evolution through DNA base pair variation), and wanted some kind of field experience before finishing undergrad. I just googled archae field schools and picked one. It was run by a university in Florida to which I had no connection whatsoever. It was run by two profs and had two separate classes: one in archaeology (digging) and one in ethnography (meeting people and writing about them). I ended up in the archaeological field school.

Upon arriving, I met the rest of the participants. Many of them knew each other, and I was somewhat of a novelty. The first night, I managed to take the smart but prudish girl back to my room for some "Hey, I just met you, why don't we fool around" action. Little did I know what I was getting into.

She turned out to be crazy. Like top-notch, grade A, never-been-kissed, "I'll give you $100 to take my virginity" crazy. It didn't take me long to make it clear that I was not that in need of cash, and that I was not falling in love. This did not go over well, and for the first two weeks of the six week program, I had to apologize to every fucking person in the camp for subjecting them to the tears of this crazy, immature, raving girl.

However, (this is where it gets interesting) during those first two weeks, I was spending all day in the field away from Crazy, who was studying ethnography in the coastal village where we were camped about 6km away. All day, I was troweling dirt and plotting pits next to one of the hottest and most engaged-to-be-married 20 year old girls I've ever met. At first, her neutrality as a "spoken for" woman was a good haven from the rest of the crowd, who were still kind of up-in-arms about my bagging and bouncing Ms. Crazy. And so, my pit partner and I got along swimmingly, spending the grueling but relieved-from-social-antagonism days talking about this and that. Now, I gotta tell ya, I'm a strapping lad (about 2m ((that's 6'6")) and 115kg ((250 lbs))) and I was very good at the field work. There is very little that impresses women, especially 20 year old engaged-to-be-married women, like being physically excellent at something right in front of them.

Around the end of week two, I started to notice that my pit partner and I were getting all electric and stuff around each other, making eyes and whispering sweet nothings as we toiled away in our dirt hole. Things got spicier and spicier, especially when I found out that the fiance was a wannabe prize fighter who couldn't hold a job, had cheated on her, and held his crotch rocket in about as much esteem as his wife-to-be (also, he bought her a $20k ring and made her mother make the payments on it). As I clearly could not give a flying cockroach's penis about this douche, I let myself really fall for this girl.

At the end of week three, we had four days off to travel wherever we chose. As I tend to be a loner if I don't find a very, very like-minded crony, I was planning to head south to Cuenca for a long weekend of solo traveling. But, as luck/fate/coincidence would have it, I met the soon-to-be-married lady and her traveling group at the bus stop just outside the village, also planning to go to Cuenca. Their group was minus a strong leader and without much Spanish, so I hooked up with them, "and it has made all the difference."

In Cuena, the girl and I fell in love. We didn't touch each other that weekend, but luck/fate/coincidence left us alone together too many times for there not to have been meaning in it. We talked by glowing midnight fountains, got lost on a house party dancefloor, drank too much shitty beer, and stared at the stars from the rooftop we had to crawl out a hotel window to sit on. Neither of us mentioned it out loud, but only used strong suggestion and innuendo. We both knew what was happening, but weren't sure if it was going to work. As I have failed to mention, but the astute reader might already suspect, my former liason Ms. Crazy considered herself to be Soon-to-Be-Married's best friend in Ecuador. She was right there in Cuenca with us the whole time, in complete denial of what was right in her face.

We returned from Cuenca on a Sunday, and I spent Monday and Tuesday white knuckled and sweating as I worked right next to a woman I could have ripped the perfect breast concealing oversized sweatshirt off and really gotten dirty. As she was engaged and about as virtuous as they come these days, no one suspected a thing. We were headed right straight towards Affair City on our pheromone and hormone fueled freight train, and no one else even had a whiff of it.

To this day, not one of the 20 or so other students has any idea that on that Tuesday after Cuenca, as we sat on the porch of my cabin--me playing guitar and her studying for the GRE--this girl and I began one of the world's greatest love affairs. That night, we finally put into words the feelings and fears, and each one assured the other that it would be safe as long as no one knew. At a peak moment in the conversation, I must have asked something like "Well, what's next, then?" The words she answered still echo in my mind whenever I have trouble sleeping. Sultry, slow and with head tilted, she said, "You wanna test the waters?" and glided across the porch and into my lightless room. I sat thinking Oh my god. She just fucking went into my cabin. Holy fuck, I'm gonna. Fuck. Shit. Wow. Wait a sec, she's in my cabin. STFU and get in there! She had to open the door to check if I was coming before the dazzle faded from my mind. I pushed her back into the darkness.

That was nearly two years ago now, and as I write, I am putting this princess to bed in our apartment in Taipei. We carried on an illicit affair, with trysts on 1 a.m. beaches, in shower stalls and in my Pacific breeze filled cabin for a month in Ecuador, and it has lasted to this day, across four continents and literally around the world. I have never written this story down before, and I just thank AC for giving me the forum.

>> ^DrPawn:
If I was on a desert island for 10 years I wouldnt do her. (I might do a cod up that ass tho)


She'd probably lose a lot of weight after 10 years. Although who can resist the sultry come hither look of a cod.

That first Chuckie flick was kind of a surprise. You think, "oh, scary, a stupid little doll." And then there's that scene were you can see the little doll climbing up the fire escape, coming for the kid. That was pretty creepy.

Jennifer Tilly's voice is so sultry and expressive. I'm surprised I haven't heard more of her in animated movies or shows.

I guess she was in Family Guy, but it doesn't sound like her usual voice.

You know, I've always seen what people do see in her figure and physical allure, but my god she has an annoying voice.

It's always driven me mad, was it put on? Surely it was, 'Oh I'm so hot and bothered and sultry because I talk in a half whisper'

Gah, I just can't watch her in film because of it.

Effect laden voice and sultry camera looks. Ick. So contrived. I remember hearing an interview with the guy that wrote her big hit song. He told a story about being on the way to a gig when his truck broke down, and he was in a big autoparts store looking for a part when the song came on. He thought, wow, I just earned .05 Cents. Why do I bring this up? Not really sure now.

never liked this video.

it always made me wonder what his original treatment ideas were...

... probably had her much more of a scary, sultry witch, possibly cutting herself and spilling black blood (t-1:45), maybe summoning or controlling things, maybe changing her appearance. If the video was creepier and had some substance beyond neato image morphing, I'd be whistling a different tune. It is a pretty creepy song.