April 14, 2019
Greetings Laff Lovers,
I just happened to notice today is Palm Sunday, which is a little ironic since my wife is out of the house all day today and I have absolutely no plans, so for me today is literally palm Sunday.
I'm thinking the Johnson's Moisturizing Baby Lotion with Coconut Oil and a selection of slutty housewives, MILFS, and plumpers rounded off with some barely legal Asian nymphomaniacs. That should just about do it.
You might think my Sunday plans are a little blasphemous, but I am anticipating a deeply religious experience.
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She says, "Okay," and disrobes and lies on her stomach.
He says, "What's this?"
She says, "Front hole, money hole; back hole, corn hole."
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A fellow tees off, and slices terribly. He sees the ball fly past a stand of trees and then hears a shriek. He runs over and finds a woman knocked out cold.
The man runs back to the clubhouse and shouts, "Is there a doctor here?"
"I'm a doctor," another man says, rising. "What's the trouble?"
"I just hit a woman with a golf ball out there and she's unconscious!"
"Well where did you hit her?" the doctor asks.
"Between the first and second holes."
"Oh my," the doctor says, shaking his head. "That doesn't leave much room for stitches!"