A completely inebriated man walked into a bar and, after staring for some time at the only woman seated at the bar, walked over to her, placed his hand up inside her skirt and began fondling her breasts.
She jumped up and slapped him silly.
He immediately apologized and explained, "I'm sorry. I thought you were my wife. You look exactly like her."
"Why you drunken, worthless, insufferable son of a bitch!" she screamed.
"Funny," he muttered, "you even sound exactly like her."
My Wife
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Re: My Wife
Must be one of my Geriatric Patients...RTO wrote:placed his hand up inside her skirt and began fondling her breasts.
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289sotherhalf
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Re: My Wife
Oto-Man wrote:Must be one of my Geriatric Patients...RTO wrote:placed his hand up inside her skirt and began fondling her breasts.
and the first joe who says that I speak from experience gets introduced to the short hairs on his (or hers) rear end!
WHEN IN DOUBT, SHOOT IT OUT!
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keepsmilin
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Re: My Wife
GIRLS GONE SOUTH INDEED... YIKES, NOT LOOKIN FORWARD TO THAT!Oto-Man wrote:Must be one of my Geriatric Patients...RTO wrote:placed his hand up inside her skirt and began fondling her breasts.
"Do not be too moral, you may cheat yourself out of much life. Aim above morality. Be not simply good; be good for something."
~Henry David Thoreau
~Henry David Thoreau
