*Note: Names have been changed to protect the identity of my people..
I work with this gentleman by the name of Harrison*, and he told me that a few days ago this woman with whom he intimately fraternized with recently lost her grandmother. Of course it is always a sad day when a loved relative is lost, but when someone, like a grandmother dies, a new opportunity for poon is always created.
For instance, when Heath Ledger died, I totally wish I was in New York with Michelle Williams (the mother of his bastard child). I would have consoled her a little bit, and then as she was crying on my shoulder, I'd gently, yet firmly guide her head to my nether regions in hopes of getting some distraught woman fellatio. At bare minimum, I'd expect a handjob for being there to console her.
This brings me to the issue of Harrison*, a naive, but overall hoarse voiced guy I work with.. He doesn't want to go to the funeral of the woman whose grandmother died, and I think he's making a mistake. This is guaranteed fellatio in the bathroom of the church, which I'm sure will culminate in bending her over the open casket of grandma. Even if Harrison doesn't try, I'm sure he can guilt her into giving him a blumpkin. A nice blumpkin. I'd of course drop a steamer on a woman after the blumpkin.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
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