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As a transsexual, I'm thoroughly offended. Are we not cool enough to be made fun of? Is that it? Huh? Huh?

I'm not offended. I know that if I'm going to say that straight people should wait than so do I and I do (I don't count oral). You have a very very good point.

"(I don't count oral)."You and fast Billy Clinton may be the only two who don't count oral. In my book oral counts for extra credit, extra points, extra special, extra love, extra enthusiasm, extra hot, exceptional, extraordinary, euphoric... and just a down right good sexual encounter.I haven't gotten laid in a while, if you can't tell.

Originally Posted By: OldFolksI haven't gotten laid in a while, if you can't tell. You know, I can help you in that department

You tell me that and I'm apt to go around humping the air like some damn dog that just got kicked off your house-guest's leg...

This morning, taking my son to school, There was a large black dog in someones yard, had a bush bent to the ground, humping the shit out of a branch. Had we walked instead of drove today, Id of stopped to take a picture with my phone. My 6 year old wanted to know why that dog was fighting the bush and laughed all the way to school, could not wait to get there and tell his friends what we saw.Maybe you could try that scotty? got any bushes at home? or the parking lot?

With my luck I'ld get hold of a thorn bush.

As a human with intelligent though, I woudl hope you looked before you started fucking...Fucking indians....

holy shit, that brings to mind a joke I have not heard since grade school...

A man opens a theme park, on the wall outside he asks an artist to paint a mural. I want you to visualize and paint Custards last thoughts on this wall, says the owner, the artist sets up covers and scaffold and goes to work keeping it secret till its unveiling at the grand opening.
The day arrives and event he owner has not seen the artists work.
at the ceremony the curtains come down and the huge mural is turds with wings and halos flying around hundreds of Indians engaged in every sexually deviant act you can think of.
the crowd gasps, the owner grabs the artist by the throat, and says what the fuck is this!? I paid you to paint a picture of custards last thoughts!
The artist says I did!
The owner screams how is this his last thoughts? what is this supposed to be?
The artist explains, well, his last thoughts were "holy shit! where did all these fucking Indians come from?!"

And there it is, a flash back to my 5th or 6th grade frame of mind and what made me laugh then, puled out, dusted off and put on display for the world to see on a2a. Had no idea I even could recall a joke from so long ago, but I can still recall sitting on teh monkey bars, with my best friend telling it to me, while spitting on kids that walked under us.

"but I can still recall sitting on teh monkey bars, with my best friend telling it to me, while spitting on kids that walked under us."I would have been disappointed had you been doing anything less. I hadn't thought about that joke in million fucking years. How the hell could you remember it. You need help.

The funny part is I was typing about fucking bushes, that brought to mind a picture in my head of you fucking a rose bush all thorny, that led my brain to indians fucking bushes, that led instantly to fucking indians and that led to the recall of the joke. I can not explain how my brain works and makes these jumps, or why something over 25 years ago jumps to my mind from a story of a dog fucking a bush.

That's just fucked up... I mean seriously, why in the fuck would anyone EVER post anything like this! I have never been this enraged in my LIFE! You didn't mention ONE fucking thing that pertains to ME!??! I have a vile, toxic mind, and you couldn't randomly name ONE thing that I have done or said!??! FUCK YOU!!!

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