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Monday, 12 November 2007 |
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It's about a friend's grandpa after his divorce. For his birthday, some of his batchelor friends decided to treat him. They hired an exotic dancer to knock at his door and tease him. It was a freezing winter day. The dancer arrived in a full-length white fox coat and rang the doorbell.
When my friend's grandpa opened his door, the dancer pressed her knee against layers of pelts moaning, "Super sex! Super sex!"
My friend's grandpa peered at her briefly, blinked and replyed, "Yeah, I'll take the soup."
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