Here you go and you didn't even have to ask for it, this weeks voting choices for you pleasure.
"Dear Boss", letter number two.
3- Last Saturday I filled the salt and pepper shakers, cleaned out the walk in cooler, drove over to Wisconsin and checked out the empty restaurant my realtor told me about, and still made it back in time to do the prime rib. But hey, no one was around so.
The Beast
He wasn't born inherently evil no. I think he has been sculpted. Then again, I was there at his birth, holding his mothers legs when he change his mind about coming out. After the doctor made the cut so the lazy little bastard could have an easier time emerging, he just waited and let her bleed.
Push
If I close my eyes and picture Antonio Banderas, I might be able to let him do it. But he always catches me off guard and I get hit face first with his pepper breath and stubble burn. And then I run to the nearest sink when he is done
and scrub his kisses off.
Year of the Chicken
He looked at her with a pleading look in his eyes. "Chicken?" he asked her with as much desire as he was capable. Old fool , she thought, why does he even ask. "No. Not now, not ever."
There you go. First fifty voters will receive my usual bribe of partial nudity and home stilled liquor. Vote me up.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
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... by partial nudity do you mean ankles and elbows?
The Year of the Chicken. I will donate my view of partial nudity to someone geographically closer to you.
These are always so hard. I', going to say the first choice - the restaurant.
No Batty, I'm talking the semi monty here. Course it's hairy little monkey bits.
the first one!
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