I am sorry. I know that most people who read this don’t care for the details of my sex life, no matter how innocent or superficial. I am fairly private regarding my privates, scuse me, I mean my private life, and even though sometimes my waxings may come across as non-sensical I’m sure folks (cough-cough…Jabas) don’t want to hear P’s stories of: Pounding the pud, slamming ham, manhandling jubblies, parting the beef curtain, hairy axe wounds, thrusting the purple headed warrior into a quivering mound of love pudding, threesomes, twosomes, romantic interludes with lonely lesbians, or even doing position # 17- The spreadeagle. Less still, do folks want to follow what I’m sure would come across as a poor mans Harlequin Romance. As my dad always coached: "A gentlemen never tells…"
And besides, as I am so boorish I’m quite sure it’ll be in one ear and out the rubber.
Damn, P. All that set up for one lousy joke. I wonder if this'll get Jabas reading my post again. Or at the very least, update his durn blog! Ah CHA CHA CHA!!! Happy Friday y’all
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Totally off the subject but I found the DVD for the Clone Wars cartoon and bought it....
I am such a geek.
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