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For those easily offended, skip this one…really. Last warning. Naughty stuff. Ok, you had your chance… I’m sure it’s tough being a three ta-ta gal in a two ta-ta world. That’s right, since so many have asked, it’s time to expose my aunt, her of the extra utter (do they even make bras for that? I’m thinkin’ nah…) Aunt McSlutty, we called her (and I’ll call her here since using her real name would probably make me a one-testicled guy). This aunt was an aunt by marriage, not really related to me, which, I mean, thank God because I had enough freaks in my ...
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Ok, since I promised to continue with last week’s topic, dangling, those easily offended should change the channel now. One…two…three… You had your chance… I am pretty certain if I had boobs I would never leave the house. I spend way too much time scanning the, um, boob tube, for them, worshipping from afar and anear. So if I had a pair of my own…problem solved. Right? Well, maybe not. I get a notion they’re a lot more fun when you don’t have to haul them around or worry about them flopping out every time you bend over. Plus who needs more things that ...
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Why is it human beings were made with dangling parts? Those of you who let out a gasp at that statement, take a moment to catch your breath. Those who didn’t gasp, send me a photo resume…the female portion of the audience, that is. Anyway, it goes both ways. Both genders. Um, I mean, who can resist playing with things that dangle? Women like things that dangle. God knows I am fixated on a couple dangling goodies. But since I can see the hole I am digging getting way too deep, I won’t expand on that angle any further. The thing with dangling parts—and ...
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The other night I dreamt I was being chased by midget cheerleaders. Naked midget cheerleaders. With big pom-poms. Makes you sorta ponder the deep philosophical symbolism and implications of your dreams, doesn’t it? It does me. I was running away from them, but my legs had that weird dream quality—you know, like you’re running through molasses. And they were running full on, their little legs pumping and their pom-poms bobbing. Then it dawned on me there was nothing to be afraid of. So I let them catch me. I would relate what happened next…but I woke up. Smiling. A lot. So after spending an ...
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