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Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Passing Muster

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"Passing Muster"
     
Res Ipsa Loquitur

8 comments:

  1. speechless perfection.. It's good to be alive.

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  2. Indeed, pass the mustard.

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  3. When I was a senior in high school , I toook a record keeping class , because THAT'S WHERE THE BOOTY WAS ! I was the only guy in the class , and one day all the ladies were talking about their boyfriends being either "boob men" , or "butt, men" when all at once they all looked at me and asked , " which are you " ? I'll never forget the reaction when I held up both my hands , palms out with my index fingers and thumbs touching , and I said that I preferred that spot where the legs meet the butt cheeks , as I licked my lips ! ......... YOU COULD FEEL THE ESTROGEN IN THE AIR ! I THINK THAT'S WHEN MY LEGEND WAS BORN ! ; ) > SMIBSID

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  4. "Muster"
    Is that what the kids are callin' it nowadays?

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  5. Gots to luv our Vagino-American friends.

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  6. Damn skylights!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    I casually mention them to El Jefepoo and look what happens.......

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  7. Or the Great Poupon.

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