For Bigger, Softer Breasts

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The Food and Drug Administration yesterday lifted a 14-year ban on the use of silicone gel breast implants in the United States after decades of contentious debate and litigation over their safety.

... Because the implants made of silicone gel are softer than the saline implants currently available, plastic surgeons said they would quickly become preferred among the more than 300,000 women in this country who have breast implants each year.

-- Stephanie Saul for The NY Times

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For Bigger, Softer Breasts

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The Food and Drug Administration yesterday lifted a 14-year ban on the use of silicone gel breast implants in the United States after decades of contentious debate and litigation over their safety.

... Because the implants made of silicone gel are softer than the saline implants currently available, plastic surgeons said they would quickly become preferred among the more than 300,000 women in this country who have breast implants each year.

-- Stephanie Saul for The NY Times

:)

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Sabado Gigante

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It is a crying shame that one can find more sex appeal on Spanish television that on the premium cable channels, notwithstanding the porn channels.

Monk came up empty again on what to watch over his dinner. He tuned in to that Showtime series about a forensics guy who is also a serial killer in his own right, but his victims are the criminals, "Dexter." It was pretty dry and dull for such a provocative subject, and what a shock that such crimes should be free of a sexual factor, as if in real life, sex were not the dominant factor with the victims usually being nubile women. Monk gave up early on the show.

He tried Univision, and got everything he could have ordered, within the limits of TV. Skirts so short, you could swear you might catch a glimpse of bush, and tops so tight and spare that big tits are barely contained as they are freely bounced around. And all of it usually being swayed about sinuously and seductively. This show is "Sabado Gigante." It is as much fun as Monk is likely to find on a Saturday night.

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Sabado Gigante

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It is a crying shame that one can find more sex appeal on Spanish television that on the premium cable channels, notwithstanding the porn channels.

Monk came up empty again on what to watch over his dinner. He tuned in to that Showtime series about a forensics guy who is also a serial killer in his own right, but his victims are the criminals, "Dexter." It was pretty dry and dull for such a provocative subject, and what a shock that such crimes should be free of a sexual factor, as if in real life, sex were not the dominant factor with the victims usually being nubile women. Monk gave up early on the show.

He tried Univision, and got everything he could have ordered, within the limits of TV. Skirts so short, you could swear you might catch a glimpse of bush, and tops so tight and spare that big tits are barely contained as they are freely bounced around. And all of it usually being swayed about sinuously and seductively. This show is "Sabado Gigante." It is as much fun as Monk is likely to find on a Saturday night.

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Silent Reading

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By late evening, Monk was still more interested in focusing on his books than in surfing on the Internet, but he was tired of voice, and even more tired of standing. So, he gave reading silently to himself another shot, leaning back in the chair with his feet kicked up on his little table.

It is slow enough going that it is even a little painful, more like piecing together a puzzle rather than reading, but it works alright for Monk. After a chapter of Dickens, Monk experimented with reading "Hamlet" thus, and was no less pleased, though this is more of a preparation for reading aloud later, since it should be at least a misdemeanor offense not to read poetry aloud.

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Silent Reading

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By late evening, Monk was still more interested in focusing on his books than in surfing on the Internet, but he was tired of voice, and even more tired of standing. So, he gave reading silently to himself another shot, leaning back in the chair with his feet kicked up on his little table.

It is slow enough going that it is even a little painful, more like piecing together a puzzle rather than reading, but it works alright for Monk. After a chapter of Dickens, Monk experimented with reading "Hamlet" thus, and was no less pleased, though this is more of a preparation for reading aloud later, since it should be at least a misdemeanor offense not to read poetry aloud.

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