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As in … if you were listening in on my call with Mr. M today in which he astutely observed:
For all we know, Sarah regularly dresses up like a Polar Bear and makes Todd take her strap-on oil rig up the ass.
Thus I brag — not for the first time, nor for the last — that I have the absolute greatest callers in the world. (kisses, Mr. M — talk with you soon)
xo, Angela
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I think if she signed up to that she’d get the votes of the kinksters and the oil drillers.
I’ll bet she can handle Todd’s pump action shotgun too.
Stop me if you’ve heard this one before…
A group of men go up into the mountains to go bear hunting. The first morning out, the one man named Bill, goes out on his own. He comes to a clearing on a hill overlooking a field and sees a bear slowly strolling across the field. He gets the bear in his sites and fires. He then looks all around. But he can’t find the bear.
All of a sudden, he feels a tap on his shoulder. He turns around, and there’s the bear. The bear knocks the gun out of his hands, and Bill stands there shaking in his boots.
The bear yells at him, saying he’s sick and tired of being shot at and gives Bill an ultimadum. The bear tells him, that he can either drop to his knees and blow him, or the bear will eat his face.
Bill immediately drops to his knees and obliges the bear. The bear walks away contented and Bill find his way back to the cabin.
The next morning. Bill takes an even bigger gun with him, and goes to the same place he saw the bear before. And sure enough, there was the bear strolling across the field again. Bill gets all excited, as he gets the bear in his sites and he shoots! He looks all around, no bear. All of a sudden he feels a tap on his shoulder again. He turns around, and, surprise, there’s the bear. The bear looks at him, knocks the gun out of his hand, and says,”You know the routine.”
Bill drops to his knees and obliges the bear again. When he’s done, the bear walks away smoking a cigarette and Bill stumbles back to his cabin.
The following day Bill is all pissed off now. He grabs the biggest gun he can find and heads to the same spot again. And sure enough, there is the bear strolling across the field again. He gets the bear in his sites, and says to himself, ”Now this bear’s gonna fuckin’ get it!” He pulls the trigger and, “Ka-BOOM!” He looks all over again, but no bear. Then, just as before, he feels the same tap at his shoulder. He turns around, there’s the bear standing there with a big smirk on his face. He looks down at Bill and says, ”You’re not in this for the hunting are you?”’
I hadn’t heard it, and I love when you stop by, Tom.
Why is the image of Sarah Palin in white fur so arousing? I don’t know, but I can’t help myself!
I’m dying here. You DO have great callers. I can’t stop laughing. And what goodguygonebad said. LMFO
My cunt tree tis of thee…….
I think its great that we can talk about Sarah Palin and be having a civics lecture and an erotic fantasy at the same time. No wonder American productivity is up.
So that’s how they lubricate in Alaska?