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My best perfume is: Smell of kitchen!!!

I am real woman which : work, cock, make cakes, look like lady, look like sportiest, look like high-school girl, look like business woman, take care about children, have a time for playing, walking swimming, because I am real one and living LIFE!!!!!

And I like all my smells

He should save the boy because it is the right thing to do,as far as it being the law I would hope that it would be something like "not rendering help" hope all is well with you lady C

I can make a Hershey bar VANISH! *Taa-daaaah*

Aaaawww Mine will consist of work.. office.. housework ::spits::

YAY - I'm still a perve!!!

Little Johnny was at football practice one day and the coach said "Who here thinks they can jump higher than the goal posts"

Immediately little Johnny said, "Ooh me sir me"

The coach then said, "But Johnny you are the worst in the team!"

Then Johnny said, "I know, but goalposts can’t jump!"

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A young man studying in a college abroad sent this SMS to his father: Dear dad, no mon, no fun, your son.

The father replied: Dear son, too bad, so sad, your dad.

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One reason the Military Services have trouble operating jointly is that they don't speak the same language.

For example, if you told Navy personnel to "secure a building," they would turn off the lights and lock the doors.

The Army would occupy the building so no one could enter.

Marines would assault the building, capture it, and defend it with suppressive fire and close combat.

The Air Force, on the other hand, would take out a three-year lease with an option to buy.

"Alabama, Arkansas, Kansas, Oklahoma, Texas, North Carolina, South Carolina. Georgia, Tennessee, Missouri, Mississippi, Louisiana, Virginia, West Virginia, Kentucky, Colorado, North Dakota, and parts of Florida
Nice Ass, Get in the Truck" HEY, I resemble that remark!

In a Chicago hospital, a gentleman had made several attempts to get into the men's rest-room, but it had always been occupied.
A nurse noticed his predicament.

Sir, she said " You may use the ladies room if you promise not to touch any of the
buttons on the wall."

He did what he needed to, and as he sat there he noticed the buttons he had promised not to touch.

Each button was identified by letters: WW, WA, PP , and a red one labeled ATR .

Who would know if he touched them?

He couldn't resist.. He pushed WW . warm water was sprayed gently upon his bottom.

What a nice feeling, he thought. Men's rest-rooms don't have nice things like this.

Anticipating greater pleasure, he pushed the WA button. Warm air replaced the warm water, gently drying his underside.

When this stopped, he pushed the PP button. A large powder puff caressed his bottom adding a fragile scent of spring flower to this unbelievable pleasure.. The ladies rest-room was more than a rest-room, it is tender loving pleasure.

When the powder puff
completed its pleasure, he couldn't wait to push the ATR button which he knew would be supreme ecstasy.

Next thing he knew he opened his eyes, he was in a hospital bed, and a nurse was staring down at him.

"What happened?" he exclaimed. The last thing I remember was pushing the ATR button.

"The button ATR is an Automatic Tampon Remover. Your penis is under your pillow."


I'm sorry guys...am sure you not getting as good of a laugh as I am..

Count me in!! Can think of a few things to do with the lights off.