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a blustery one, due to
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the inferences that the local Weather girls all give out while they
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misread their teleprompters.
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My first girlfriend would often
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ask me to slowly
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leave her apartment as to
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not awaken
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her husband. Ironically
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he appeared to be
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taking a viseo.
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I still remember when....
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I could tell the difference between
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a "he" and a "she" simply by
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lookng, but now it is
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politically incorrect to just go up and
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fondle someone to determine gender.
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It was unfortunate that my first wife would always
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blame everything on me, but when it came to sex....
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it was her that always would imagine...
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me dressed up as a women's prison guard.
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Sometimes I sit and remember back to when...
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men were men and we only had to pay a dollar for
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a chance to
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see some boobs in person.
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Not minding what people think of me, I
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sometimes indulge myself by wearing
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a lightly scented
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panty liner
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under each armpit.
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The other day it occurred to me
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that maybe I am not as smart as everyone seems to think because
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often I have to
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refer to my notes in order to remember who is speaking to me.
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Grandpa always said,
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always make sure you have clean underwear on because
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you never know when
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you will meet the right girl.
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Regardless of the results, I should have never....
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taken that in-home
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class when I saw the name of it was
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