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Rhonda Schneider really sort story |  |
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A woman, getting married for the fourth time, goes to a bridal shop and asks for a white dress. "You can't wear white." Reminds the sales clerk, "You've been married three times already."
"Of course I can, I'm a virgin," says the bride.
"Impossible," says the sales clerk.
"Unfortunately not," the bride explained; "My first husband was a psychologist, and all he wanted to do was talk about it. My second husband was a gynecologist, all he wanted to do was look at it. My third husband was a stamp collector. God, I miss him."
 Sunday, July 20, 2003 at 11:42 |
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Gilbert John Garduno
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I was driving down the road when I saw her pulled over on the shoulder. She had nice headlights and smooth fenders. She flashed her taillights so I stopped and grasped my toolbox. She opened her hood and showed me her tubes. I wasted no time and undid her fanbelt. I pulled out my dipstick and she clutched my Slick 50. I asked her to stroke my piston while I examined
her rear end. I couldn't stand it any longer so I jumped her battery and dropped her pan. She turned over my engine then she blew my cylinder head.
Right when I thought I was going to get her motor running, a big engine burst though her doors and I reached for the valve covers. He was a Cherokee, straight out of impound. He was on independent front suspension for vehicular homicide. I reached for my greasegun, but he pulled out a jackknife and held it to my pinion. I feared for my life so I kicked the big axle right in the lug nuts. His engine seized on the spot and his warranty expired. It was a closed gasket funeral. "What a greaseball!" she said as she lit a CV joint. She was a straight six before all this happened but now she was a real winch. I asked her to be my grill, but she called me a fuel. She told me she had six cylinders from previous carriages, so I packed up my trunk and threw on my hubcap. I called her once but we had a bad transmission. It was 5 gears or so until I saw her again, she had a ring on her piston and her axle was oversized, so my temperature remained cool and I retained all my fluids.
Sunday, July 20, 2003 at 11:39 |
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Tom's Great Sex story | |
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This is original but the style is borrowed from Anne Degeneres (sp?) a commedienne who currently has an HBO special out.
I met this beautiful girl last night. She invited me back to her place and we had the greatest steamiest sex ever. Actually, it wasn't really the greatest sex ever, it was more like medium-great sex, and well, she didn't exactly invite me back to her place, I sort of followed her home to her apartment.
To be factual, we didn't actually have sex per se, but we came very close. You see we were fondling each other pretty intensely...well, actually, I was fondling her, she wasn't fondling me...well, really, I wasn't actually fondling her, our bodies just got very close together. To be honest, I just sort of brushed into her.
Accidentally.
But it was great, really hot and sensual you know?
Actually, to be specific, it wasn't really her that I brushed into, it was actually the back of the chair she was sitting in. Although, the chair was...on the other side of a wall you see...in another room sort of. And I was sort of leaning on the wall, but the chair was very close to the wall, very close. Of course, she was on the third floor and I was sort of...on the street...leaning against the building. But wow! What a night. What a night.
Sunday, July 20, 2003 at 11:36 |
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