Rorty
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 posted on 14/7/05 at 12:56 PM |
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Lonely in Paris
The first time I flew to Paris I stayed at the George V Hotel. That night, with the jetlag, I couldn't sleep and was feeling lonely so I thought
I'd get me one of those girls you see advertised in phone books. I decided to call one named Erogeonique, a lovely girl - bending over in the
photo - young and beautiful.
So I picked up the phone and I dialed the number.
"Hello?" the woman says.
"Hi, I understand you do massage. I'd like you to come to my room and give me a massage. No, wait... I want sex! I'm talking kinky,
the whole night. You name it, we'll do it. Bring implements, bring toys. Do the lot, all night, tie me up, cover me with strange substances,
anything. Now how does that sound?"
"That sounds fantastic!" She said, "But for an outside line, you press 9."
Cheers, Rorty.
"Faster than a speeding Pullet".
PLEASE DON'T U2U ME IF YOU WANT A QUICK RESPONSE. TRY EMAILING ME INSTEAD!
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donut
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| posted on 14/7/05 at 02:24 PM |
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Very good...had me going for a moment there!!
Andy
When I die, I want to go peacefully like my Grandfather did, in his sleep -- not screaming, like the passengers in his car.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/andywest1/
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zilspeed
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| posted on 14/7/05 at 03:16 PM |
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Another one for the memory banks.
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Cita
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| posted on 14/7/05 at 08:45 PM |
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pbura
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| posted on 14/7/05 at 11:58 PM |
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Man, what a faux pas. 
"Faux pas" means "crapped in the bidet". 
Pete
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alfasudsprint
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| posted on 1/8/05 at 01:39 PM |
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