If the lady has no life, I am definitely not going to get erotig with her.
DrLex
10 years ago
No, spelling
No, grammar
Seventy2rd o clock
10 years ago
No sexy – new sexy!
Frank Burns
10 years ago
What? I just got here!
Stopchicks
10 years ago
“correct style” dysfunction.
jjhitt
10 years ago
Here come the tentacles…
Seventy2rd o clock
10 years ago
– You are so sexy, darling.
– No!
WorrierPrincess
10 years ago
No sexy, no life.
Know sexy, know life.
Sparky
10 years ago
Taken from my ex-wife’s closet.
Seventy2rd o clock
10 years ago
No, Sexy & No, Life & No, Rock’n’roll!
Chris
10 years ago
That was quick.
jjhitt
10 years ago
Other shirts in the series:
— Is it in, yet?
— We need to paint the ceiling.
— Your brother does it better.
Marum
10 years ago
Can she putt her feet behind her ears?
Marum
10 years ago
Put not putt. NO! Golf has not taken over my life.
Gooma
10 years ago
No Marum. The waiters frown on that in the restaurants. There is a place for elegance.
What you need, is a lady at the table, and a whore in the bedroom. 👿
Marum
10 years ago
Hahaha Gooma. I must have arranged my life backwards. I appear to have got the opposite.
Marum
10 years ago
BTW Gooma. I hope I didn’t offend anyone around the pool that night in Mosbi.
Gooma
10 years ago
Just the opposite Kiobada. You proved you were a whitey after all. When you turned around, with the brown skin above and below, your white ar$3 stood out like a lighthouse on a headland. One of the blokes yelled – “Lookat his white ar$3! And we all fell about laughing. However all that weightlifting must have been good for you. At the sight of your equipment and your well shaped butt, there were coos of approval from all the PNG ladies, and not a few of the white ones too. One of the ladies was so rapt she dropped her… Read more »
Marum
10 years ago
@jjhitt.
That’s why they call wives “ceiling inspectors”. Mine uses No 2 regularly.
Marum
10 years ago
By what strange feat of mental masturbation, could “erotic” and “elegance” ever get paired?
I would have thought they were mutually exclusive.
Droll not Troll
10 years ago
The decade of afros and flaired pants is over already? No, kidding!
Droll not Troll
10 years ago
@Marum: If she can putt her feet behind her ears, you better use a wood. 😛
Mr. Wrong
10 years ago
“It’s over already!”
“Sorry, I swear this has never happened before.”
Huu Yuu
10 years ago
No, 1970’s look.
It’s over already over 40 years ago.
Marum
10 years ago
Anorexic chicks with big hair. You’d swear you were screwing a poodle.
Marum
10 years ago
BTW Gooma. The story must have got exaggerated with the telling.
Four days later when I called into one the Private Hospitals in POM, for a check up, and a precautionary shot. I was a “case celebre”. I scored a female doctor who seemed quite interested. Not only that, damn near every nurse in the hospital found an excuse to file through the room, and have a perve. Most of them seemed quite disappointed. The gossip must depict me as being another Byron Chan. God! Who would want a champagne bottle permanently between their legs?
Will Pitts
10 years ago
NO,PARTY
NO,DISCO
NO,FOOLING AROUND
Gooma
10 years ago
Hehehehe. It is amazing how the Tok bokkus improves with the telling. The poor kekeni must have exaggerated things, to give herself an excuse. She must be devastated, that she came so close to seducing you, and still failed. Motuan ladies pride themselves on their skill in such matters. Not as much as the Trobs though, but still proud of their skill. You must be the only whitey to have actally been in a kekeni’s kio, and still escaped. Your wife should be proud of you.
Yu trupela man Kiobada. Hanuaboi namona.
Peter
10 years ago
Epig fail
l2646134
10 years ago
Got married.
Olog-hai
10 years ago
So this is where the model from Mott The Hoople’s 1974 album “The Hoople” went.
For the mutton dressed as lamb
Coming over to see you perhaps
If the lady has no life, I am definitely not going to get erotig with her.
No, spelling
No, grammar
No sexy – new sexy!
What? I just got here!
“correct style” dysfunction.
Here come the tentacles…
– You are so sexy, darling.
– No!
No sexy, no life.
Know sexy, know life.
Taken from my ex-wife’s closet.
No, Sexy & No, Life & No, Rock’n’roll!
That was quick.
Other shirts in the series:
— Is it in, yet?
— We need to paint the ceiling.
— Your brother does it better.
Can she putt her feet behind her ears?
Put not putt. NO! Golf has not taken over my life.
No Marum. The waiters frown on that in the restaurants. There is a place for elegance.
What you need, is a lady at the table, and a whore in the bedroom. 👿
Hahaha Gooma. I must have arranged my life backwards. I appear to have got the opposite.
BTW Gooma. I hope I didn’t offend anyone around the pool that night in Mosbi.
Just the opposite Kiobada. You proved you were a whitey after all. When you turned around, with the brown skin above and below, your white ar$3 stood out like a lighthouse on a headland. One of the blokes yelled – “Lookat his white ar$3! And we all fell about laughing. However all that weightlifting must have been good for you. At the sight of your equipment and your well shaped butt, there were coos of approval from all the PNG ladies, and not a few of the white ones too. One of the ladies was so rapt she dropped her… Read more »
@jjhitt.
That’s why they call wives “ceiling inspectors”. Mine uses No 2 regularly.
By what strange feat of mental masturbation, could “erotic” and “elegance” ever get paired?
I would have thought they were mutually exclusive.
The decade of afros and flaired pants is over already? No, kidding!
@Marum: If she can putt her feet behind her ears, you better use a wood. 😛
“It’s over already!”
“Sorry, I swear this has never happened before.”
No, 1970’s look.
It’s over already over 40 years ago.
Anorexic chicks with big hair. You’d swear you were screwing a poodle.
BTW Gooma. The story must have got exaggerated with the telling.
Four days later when I called into one the Private Hospitals in POM, for a check up, and a precautionary shot. I was a “case celebre”. I scored a female doctor who seemed quite interested. Not only that, damn near every nurse in the hospital found an excuse to file through the room, and have a perve. Most of them seemed quite disappointed. The gossip must depict me as being another Byron Chan. God! Who would want a champagne bottle permanently between their legs?
NO,PARTY
NO,DISCO
NO,FOOLING AROUND
Hehehehe. It is amazing how the Tok bokkus improves with the telling. The poor kekeni must have exaggerated things, to give herself an excuse. She must be devastated, that she came so close to seducing you, and still failed. Motuan ladies pride themselves on their skill in such matters. Not as much as the Trobs though, but still proud of their skill. You must be the only whitey to have actally been in a kekeni’s kio, and still escaped. Your wife should be proud of you.
Yu trupela man Kiobada. Hanuaboi namona.
Epig fail
Got married.
So this is where the model from Mott The Hoople’s 1974 album “The Hoople” went.
The zombie will please to know you be aroused.