currently: @381 (12:08am) on wednesday 1.7.09 | 101 hours since last post
Greyhound - very short skirt, only an inch from the hare.
New feature today - the Joke of the Day. Don't expect it too often, though.
A very attractive lady goes up to a bar in a quiet rural pub. She gestures alluringly to the bartender who comes over immediately. When he arrives, she seductively signals that he should bring his face closer to hers. When he does she begins to gently caress his full beard.
"Are you the manager?" she asks, softly stroking his face with both hands.
"Actually, no," the man replies.
"Can you get him for me? I need to speak to him" she says, running her hands beyond his beard and into his hair.
"I'm afraid I can't," breathes the bartender. "Is there anything I can do?"
"Yes, there is. I need you to give him a message," she continues, running her forefinger across the bartender's lips and slyly popping a couple of her fingers into his mouth and allowing him to suck them gently. "Tell him," she whispers, "there is no toilet paper, hand soap, or paper towels in the ladies room."
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My wife is amazing. If you know her, you know I'm not kidding. She was just informed that she got a new job in the Kitsap County Prosecutor's office, as a legal assistant or some such. She didn't think she had much chance but I had every confidence. She'll get a couple dollars more per hour and will be doing something I think she'll just adore; she's all into that crime and court shit. Congrats, doll baby.
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