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One night a guy takes his girlfriend home. As they are about to kiss each other goodnight, the guy starts feeling a little horny. With an air of confidence, he leans with his hand against the wall and, smiling, he says to her: 'Darling, would you give me a blow job?'
Horrified, she replies 'Are you mad? My parents will see us!'
Him: 'Oh come on! Who's gonna see us at this hour?'
Her: 'No, please. Can you imagine if we get caught?'
Him: 'Oh come on! There's nobody around, they're all sleeping!'
Him (horny as hell): 'Oh please, please?? I love you so much!'
Her: 'No, no, and no. I love you too, but I just can't!'
Him: 'Oh yes you can. Please?'
Her: 'No, no. I just can't'
Him: 'I beg you ... '
Out of the blue, the light on the stairs goes on, and the girl's little sister shows up in her pajamas, hair dishevelled, and in a sleepy voice she says: "Dad says to go ahead and give him a blow job. Otherwise I can do it. Or if need be, Dad says he can come down himself and do it. But for ****'s sake tell him to take his hand off the intercom...'
Horrified, she replies 'Are you mad? My parents will see us!'
Him: 'Oh come on! Who's gonna see us at this hour?'
Her: 'No, please. Can you imagine if we get caught?'
Him: 'Oh come on! There's nobody around, they're all sleeping!'
Him (horny as hell): 'Oh please, please?? I love you so much!'
Her: 'No, no, and no. I love you too, but I just can't!'
Him: 'Oh yes you can. Please?'
Her: 'No, no. I just can't'
Him: 'I beg you ... '
Out of the blue, the light on the stairs goes on, and the girl's little sister shows up in her pajamas, hair dishevelled, and in a sleepy voice she says: "Dad says to go ahead and give him a blow job. Otherwise I can do it. Or if need be, Dad says he can come down himself and do it. But for ****'s sake tell him to take his hand off the intercom...'
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this one is good too:
Very few men know that there is a nerve that runs down a fourth finger on a woman's left hand that, when it compressed (by, say, a ring), causes the woman to suddenly and irreversably become allergic to semen.
You have been warned.
- DonChilito@hotmail.com
ROFLMAO!
Sean
Very few men know that there is a nerve that runs down a fourth finger on a woman's left hand that, when it compressed (by, say, a ring), causes the woman to suddenly and irreversably become allergic to semen.
You have been warned.
- DonChilito@hotmail.com
ROFLMAO!
Sean
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From: Canberra Australia
Originally Posted by CrashFactory' date='Mar 28 2004, 05:25 AM
this one is good too:
Very few men know that there is a nerve that runs down a fourth finger on a woman's left hand that, when it compressed (by, say, a ring), causes the woman to suddenly and irreversably become allergic to semen.
You have been warned.
- DonChilito@hotmail.com
ROFLMAO!
Sean
Very few men know that there is a nerve that runs down a fourth finger on a woman's left hand that, when it compressed (by, say, a ring), causes the woman to suddenly and irreversably become allergic to semen.
You have been warned.
- DonChilito@hotmail.com
ROFLMAO!
Sean
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Morning Love Making
Tyrone asked his work buddy, Robert, one morning, "Man, why you always so damn happy when you come to work every day?"
Robert replied, "That's because I make love to my wife every morning before work."
Amazed, Tyrone asked him how he gets his wife to make love to him every morning.
"That's easy," Robert said. "I just tell her this little poem that I made up. She loves it!"
"It goes like this: Blond hair, blond hair, eyes so blue I love waking up and making love to you!"
Tyrone said, "Man, you white guys are so damn sentimental." But he decided it wouldn't hurt to give it a try.
So he spent the rest of the day thinking of a poem for his wife.
The next day Tyrone showed up to work just beat all to hell; bruised eyes, broken nose, fat lip, the works!!!
Robert asked, "Man, what happened to you?!"
Tyrone said, "I don't know, man. I went home and tried your advice. I just told her a poem."
Well, what poem did you tell her?
Tyrone said: "Nappy head, nappy head, eyes like a frog. If I could roll your fat *** over, I'd hump you like a dog!"
Tyrone asked his work buddy, Robert, one morning, "Man, why you always so damn happy when you come to work every day?"
Robert replied, "That's because I make love to my wife every morning before work."
Amazed, Tyrone asked him how he gets his wife to make love to him every morning.
"That's easy," Robert said. "I just tell her this little poem that I made up. She loves it!"
"It goes like this: Blond hair, blond hair, eyes so blue I love waking up and making love to you!"
Tyrone said, "Man, you white guys are so damn sentimental." But he decided it wouldn't hurt to give it a try.
So he spent the rest of the day thinking of a poem for his wife.
The next day Tyrone showed up to work just beat all to hell; bruised eyes, broken nose, fat lip, the works!!!
Robert asked, "Man, what happened to you?!"
Tyrone said, "I don't know, man. I went home and tried your advice. I just told her a poem."
Well, what poem did you tell her?
Tyrone said: "Nappy head, nappy head, eyes like a frog. If I could roll your fat *** over, I'd hump you like a dog!"