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That happened to me a few years back,I looked at her,she at me,we both laid there with a round to the knee.That was my second wife.I still walk with a limp.JeffBeaumont,Tx.
You're lucky.Anon.My wife's a bad shot so I don't walk with a limp.But my voice went from Basso to Soprano in a heartbeat.She walked away slowly singing: "I shot his Dick, but I didn't shoot his knobby knee."
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That happened to me a few years back,I looked at her,she at me,we both laid there with a round to the knee.
ReplyDeleteThat was my second wife.
I still walk with a limp.
Jeff
Beaumont,Tx.
You're lucky.Anon.
ReplyDeleteMy wife's a bad shot so I don't walk with a limp.
But my voice went from Basso to Soprano in a heartbeat.
She walked away slowly singing:
"I shot his Dick, but I didn't shoot his knobby knee."