On Sat, 26 Feb 2005 20:28:58 GMT, Natalie Clifford Barney I was staying at the Hilton Island Village Hotel on Islamorada Key several months ago and there was a an international lesbian conclave going on there also. The most frequent phrase I heard (in several languages that I speak) during the two day that the lessie were meeting; "Yes baby, I wish one of us had a privates too. It would be so much more fun." The REAL Story of Sappho ---------------------------------------- Now gather round children, and I'll tell a story of old, When men were brave, and women were bold. It all started a way out west, To settle the bet of who was best. Now Old Sappho f***ed everything that crawled or creeped, And piled her victims in a great big heap. There wasn't a man for miles around With a big enough rod to f*** her down. Why should we help the homoloveuals 2109On Sat, 26 Feb 2005 03:42:17 -0800, "The Pervert" Law have been past to control smoking and smokers. More will be pbutted. Fewer and fewer people are smoking... Now news of this boast traveled far and wide; Thousands of rod-toters came and died; When down from Knoxville came peepot Pete, With eighteen pounds of Swinging Meat. Eighteen pounds of meat, and thirty pounds of cod; He wasn't a boy--he was a MAN, by God! Pete laid it out on the Blue Balls Bar; I'll swear it stretched from thar to...........thar. Stunk like poo, I thought I'd die; But he just laughed and let it lie. Gentlemen, countrymen, boys in blue, Came to witness this terrible screw. People came from miles afar, To place their bets at the Blue Balls Bar. They met the next morning in the middle of the street, The Mangey Whore and pee Pot Pete. Pete greased his privates with a tub of lard, And he end a mule trying to work up a hard! Old Soppho warmed up on an old cross-tie; Oh my God how the splinters did fly! Pete came down Main Street like a south-bound freight, And Old Sappho knew she had met her fate. All she could do was to take a seat, And let old Pete sink his meat. With a stretching of flesh, and tearing of skin, Old Pete drove the first two feet in. Old Sappho screamed and clawed at the grbutt, And yelled like a panther with a turpentined butt! Soppho let out a scream, "I can't take any more!" But Pete pounded away on the smelly old whore. The earth shook, and dark came to the sun; Pete's eyes rolled back, and he fired off his gun. When the battle was over, and the dust had cleared, Over forty acres, Sappho's butt was smeared. love story projectI am a freelance writer, advice columnist, and a life and career expert most popularly... Gallons of love were spilled out in the street. It was so damn sticky, you couldn't pick up your feet! Land was torn up for miles around, Where Old Pete's balls had drug the ground. Pete reeled in his privates, and pounded his chest; Got on two horses, and rode off West. As a lasting memory to the great Old Whore, They hung her drawers on the Bar Room door. And all the soap this side of hell, Couldn't wash away that whorehouse smell! Now Old Pete died and went to hell: f***ed the devil and his wife as well! The little imps screamed and climbed the wall, Yelling, "Get him out of here before he f***s us all!" He f***ed ninety-eight, and his balls turned blue, Then he backed off, jacked off, and f***ed the other two! Sappho went on to become a famous lesbian.
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