An old man of 70 married a young girl of 21. When they got into bed the night after their wedding, he held up three fingers. “Oh honey!” said the young nymph, “Does that mean we’re going to do it three times?” “No…” said the old man, “It means you can take your pick.”
Patrick (Mar 21):
I’m making a fecal deposit in the Bank of Excrement.
Chat with a bunch of other deliguents about anything under the sun.