Trigamy
“If you’re making waffles, Who is that in our bed?”
“If you’re making waffles, Who is that in our bed?”
Thomas Benton said, “That’s what you get for 3 million six. The whole works. She’s not like those cheap Japanese silicone ‘Love Dolls’. They only can do one thing.”
“He said that the only method the church approves of is: If I’m flat on my back with my eyes closed, doing the Stations of the Cross in my mind. He’s a holy man.”
“Anything else?”
“He tells me of some of the things he hears in the confessional. He wants me to know these things so I can avoid them.”
“John Thompson, head of J T Industries, (JTI), was at the Halloween office party.”
AL “Why don’t you come home with me?”
TERI “That wouldn’t be right, sir, going home with a strange man all all alone.”
AL “I’m not strange, I’m Al Bundy. Call me Al.”
Black beret, red lips, dangling cigarette, black and white striped top, no bra, black mini skirt, and high heels. He went over and looked carefully. “Ursula?”
“No.” She said in a French accent. “She ez weeth other customer.”
“How can you come in here, with only twenty cents?”
“Well, Laviney, I was horny and that’s all I had.”
A week later, a tearful, Mrs. Smith returned. “Oh, Mr. Chang. It’s terrible. He’s after me all the time. I don’t get any rest. I cant get any house work done. It’s sex, sex, sex, sex, every minute. And he wants me to do the most disgusting things. What am I to do?”