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An Ode To My Pussy
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An Ode To My Pussy Did you ever wonder why? Why is there pussy? Sometimes it is nothing more than trouble for us gals. She’s temperamental, she easily aroused and irritated, disturbed and ruling. Today was a bad day for me and my little girlfriend. Out in my part of the world it was a very hot day. My appointments started early and left me with the latter part of the afternoon for myself. I decided to run a few errands. First thing I noticed after about 15 minutes of driving was that the heat was making my panties stick to my little girl. Well, why suffer? While I was at a red light I slipped my panties off and hung them on my rear view mirror. Mission accomplished. I was cooler. I stopped off at the photo place to pick up some pictures of me and my girls. I was so happy to get my pictures back that in the car I opened the envelope to quickly leaf through them. What did I find? In a few of my photos I had camel toe. Pictures ruined. Then I went for my Brazilian wax appointment and had my little landing strip taken off with everything else. I was feeling fine until I looked in the mirror and noticed that my tan came off with the hair. My girl looks like mice have been chewing at her! Straight to the tanning beds I went to try correct this problem. The creation of pussy. She was a bitch to me today. And in speaking of this fine work of art…A poem. It goes a little something like this: Seven wise men with knowledge so fine, created a pussy to their design. First was a butcher with a smart wit, using a knife he gave her a slit. Second was a carpenter strong and bold, with a hammer and chisel he gave it a hole. Third was a tailor tall and thin, by using red velvet he lined it within. Fourth was a hunter short and stout, with a piece of fur he lined it without. Fifth was a fisherman nasty as hell, threw in a fish and gave it a smell. Sixth was a preacher whose name was Magee, he touched it and blessed it and said it could pee. Last was a sailor dirty little runt, he sucked it and fucked it and called it a c*nt. My ode to a pussy bella  |
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Nice to see you back girl.  I am the real deal! "Come Get Me!!!"  
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7/18/2007 8:48 pm |
I'm glad you are here bellz you still crack me up and make sure you see my response to your comment on mines I haven't laughed that hard inna good while  roaming the cyber streets of blogland  
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7/18/2007 8:50 pm |
tanning bed after all that? ack!!! hope it didn't burn red! ...That which does not kill me merely pisses me off!... 
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Gosh girl your poor kitty went through hell today! I hope you get her back to the way you like her real soon. I'm sure she looks fine though.  Teenagers are god's punishment for having sex!! Pan 
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7/18/2007 9:22 pm |
I had to laugh at the visual you created when you said that the tan went away with the hair! The thought of that is just too funny. Hey, thanks for visiting my blog. The comment you made about women being judged by their breasts, ass and legs was very poignant. Ciao, Bambi A Twat      
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7/18/2007 11:54 pm |
that dirty little runt, the sailor fella has nasty little dreams of a certain Bella. Bending her over and drilling her deep he licks her and fingers her, when he's asleep And each morning new, he gets a surprise the cock he held onto is twice its old size.
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7/19/2007 7:49 am |
i'm thinking you should mount a fan on the underside of your steering column to keep things cool.
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very funny ! 
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i'm thinking you should mount a fan on the underside of your steering column to keep things cool.
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