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CHICKEN A little boy and a little girl attended the same school and became friends. Every day they would sit together to eat their lunch. They discovered that they both brought chicken sandwiches every day! This went on all through the fourth and fifth grades, until one day he noticed that her sandwich wasn't a chicken sandwich. He said, "Hey, how come you're not eating chicken, don't you like it anymore?" She said "I love it but I have to stop eating it." "Why?" he asked. She pointed to her lap and said "Cause I'm starting to grow little feathers down there!" "Let me see" he said. "Okay" and she pulled up her skirt. He looked and said, "That's right. You are! Better not eat any more chicken." He kept eating his chicken sandwiches until one day he brought peanut butter. He said to the little girl, "I have to stop eating chicken sandwiches, I'm starting to get feathers down there too!" She asked if she could look, so he pulled down his pants for her. She said ["OH MY GOD, it's too late for you! You've already got the neck and the gizzards |
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OMG! That was funny! I hope you'll stop by my blog and say "hi" if you can. Attention All Bloggers: HOSPITALITY HOUSE BE OUR GUEST
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9/20/2006 7:42 pm |
That was a goood one look me up if you need some fun
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11/9/2006 10:24 am |
Great Joke, very funny!
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That was cute
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Great joke.....love a good chuckle! Thanks for sharing it with us!
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9/27/2008 3:09 pm |
I was attending an outdoor art fair, enjoying all of the different types of art on display at various artists’ booths, when the corner of my eye caught a beautiful woman with the sweetest smile. Yes, the pretty girl who was also having fun at the art fair … was you! I walked over to you, smiled, and I and said ‘hey’, and you smiled back at me and I reached down and held your hand. We walked for awhile, looking at the many amazing, creative forms of art, and then you leaned toward me and whispered in my ear “Let’s go back to your place, so I can see that big piece of artwork that’s bulging in your jeans!” I whispered back ‒ “You think these artists have great brushstrokes, just wait ‘til my tongue strokes your pussy!” Our horniness quickened our walk to my car, and I exceeded the speed limit as we raced back to my house. As soon as we entered my house, we kissed each other deeply and ripped off each other’s clothes, and then I picked you up and carried you into my bedroom. I laid you on my bed, and as you were on your back with your legs spread, I went down and kissed the insides of your legs, moving my way upwards, and you moaned softly when I dipped my tongue into your wet honey-pot. My tongue massaged your sweet pussy lips, then focused on your love button, and I stroked your name with my tongue on your tender clit. My face was pressed into your pussy and my tongue stimulated your clit, bringing you to orgasm after orgasm and your legs draped over my shoulders. After you experienced yet another orgasm, I pulled you on top of me. You smiled as you looked down at me and said “I want you to fuck me with that nice cock of yours”. I was committed to do every thing in my power to satisfy you, so I let you reach down and grasp my hard cock, and you guided it into your dripping, wet pussy. You moaned passionately when I entered you, then you began to ride me, as I reached up and held your perfect breasts in my hands. I thumbed one of your nipples in a circling motion, and your head rolled back and your eyes closed from the feeling of breast and nipple stimulation while you rocked on my dick that thrusted into your pussy. You rode me, cowgirl style, fucking me. Fucking me hard. Fucking me like I’ve never been fucked before. You were truly an artist, creating an expressionist scene of the perfect fuck. It was long fuck, a long ride, and you rode me like a stallion on a thunderous race around the world. You moaned with each orgasm, and finally it was my turn to show you my appreciation for your artistry, and I released my own stream of paint-juice, and your pussy muscles squeezed a long stream of hot white cum from my throbbing cock, and my hot white cum dripped out of your filled and satisfied pussy. Spent, you fell onto me and I kissed you and held you against me. As our warm bodies lay next to each other, my fingers stroked your back in a manner that reminded you of fingers ice-skating on your back, or the soft brushstrokes of an artist. I smiled at you, marveling at your beauty and the artistic creation that was you, a fine work of art!
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