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Blow Job Story
How can you not love this man and his humor ?
Website: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ETHxaYwmupo&fe
New Web-Site, Photos, Dallas TX & Nashville TN
The Horny Doctor
A beautiful woman walks into her doctors office and the doctor is bowled over by how stunningly awesome she is.
All his professionalism goes right out the window... He tells her to take off her trousers, she does, and he starts rubbing her thighs.
"Do you know what I am doing?" asks the doctor?
"Yes, checking for abnormalities." she replies.
He tells her to take off her shirt and bra, she takes them off.
The doctor begins rubbing her breasts and asks, "Do you know what I am doing now?", she replies, "Yes, checking for cancer."
Finally, he tells her to take off her panties, lays her on the table, gets on top of her and starts having sex with her.
He says to her, "Do you know what I am doing now?" She replies, "Yes, getting herpes - that's why I am here!"
Website: http://www.southerngfe.com/forums/showthread.
Cleveland OH Sept 3-4 (see calendar)
Three Prostitutes
Three generations of prostitutes - a daughter, mother and grandmother - are all living together in the same house.
One morning the daughter comes home completely exhausted after a hard night's work.
She turns to her mother and grandmother.
"You know, times are really getting hard." she says.
"I just had to give some bloke a blow job for half an hour and all I got for it was a lousy ten quid".
Her mother replies,
"You should consider yourself lucky young lady - in my day all I got was two and sixpence".
The grandmother looks at both of them and says,
"You two should both consider yourselves lucky -- in my day we were happy just to have meat in our mouths and something warm in our bellies."
Website: http://www.southerngfe.com/forums/forumdispla
Whore/s Hour
The necklace of hours the prostitute wears
The swollen hour of sex and strangers
The hour that knocks at the door of the heart
The hour of the insincere moan of pleasure
The hour that moves through the mind like a shadow
The hour of the imagined empire
The hour that is the mother of minutes and grandmother of seconds
The hour instinct told you to pass by
The numbing hours when fear becomes your trick
The guilty hour that precedes catastrophe
The deepest hour of the darkest moon
The blue hour that stands at the foot of your bed
The haunted hour of the knowledge of death
The hour that flashed in the skies
The hour of knives and pain, enough, enough
The hour of injustice
The hour in which the universe begins to die
The hour of final music
The hour of painless solitude
The central hour that exists without you
The extra hour given back to eternity
The hour of moonlight upon her hair
Whore/s Hourmodified from Mark Strand’s “Hour”
by Erin Whitfield
Website: http://www.swopusa.org/dec17/index.htm
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