- My deranged co worker
To be honest, I still can't figure out precisely what he meant by that, and I've spent the rest of the day pondering it.
To be honest, I still can't figure out precisely what he meant by that, and I've spent the rest of the day pondering it.
Cut a hole in the bottom of a wicker chair. She sits in it without pants. He eats ass.
Simple.
Reminds me: years and years ago I worked the cash register at a trashy little dilapidated truck stop. Rural place, lots of colorful characters. There was one fairly attractive professional woman who came in from time to time, and once, she had told some visiting family members from another area to meet her there and she would lead them to her house. Well, they had been there(I didn't know who they were and I didn't know her name so I was no help) and hung around for like 20 minutes then left. A few minutes later she shows up asking if they had been there and I made the connection and told her they had just left. She smacks herself in the head and walks out the door, jumps off the curb and stomps her feet on the parking lot, saying, "Fu-u-u-uck ME!!!"
Johnny Jr. happened to be next in line, and as soon as the door swings shut he turns and says to the glass ....
"Gal, I couldn't fuck you! I couldn't get my tongue outchya ass long enough tuh do it!"