Wednesday Wanks....

ADDENDUMS: OK BOY...GO FETCH!!





BTW...the bearded guy looked alot like Cookie...Hmmm.....
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Hmmm....maybe this bathin suit shoulda come with instructions....



Partial Nudity Ahead!!




Sorry...couldn't resist postin this next photygraff....







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** Sigh**...story of my life....

Two guys are drinking in a bar.

One says, 'Did you know that a moose has sex
10 to 15 times a night?'

'Ah crap,' says his friend, 'and I just joined the
VFW!'
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From a Blondes Diary

Dear Diary

You remember last year I replaced all the windows in the house with those expensive double pane energy-efficient kind Well, this week I got a call from the contractor who installed them. He was complaining that the work had been completed a whole year ago and I still hadn't paid for them.

Now just because I'm blonde doesn't mean that I am automatically stupid.

So, I told him just what his fast talking Sales guy had told me last year ....

Namely, that in ONE YEAR these windows would pay for themselves!

Helllooooo? It's been a year! There was only silence at the other end of the line, so I finally just hung up. He didn't call back. Bet he felt dumb!
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My good buddy Patrick sent me a copy of a letter he received from his friends wife. He tells me that his friend is recovering slowly...very slowly. Thanks Pat...

THE MIRACLE OF TOILET PAPER

Fresh from my shower, I stand in front of the mirror complaining to my husband that my breasts are too small.

Instead of characteristically telling me it's not so, he uncharacteristically comes up with a suggestion.

'If you want your breasts to grow, then every day take a piece of toilet paper and rub it between them for a few seconds'.

Willing to try anything, I fetch a piece of toilet paper and stand in front of the mirror, rubbing it between my breasts. 'How long will this take?' I asked.

'They will grow larger over a period of years,' my husband replies.

I stopped. 'Do you really think rubbing a piece of toilet paper between my breasts every day will make my breasts larger over the years?'

Without missing a beat he says, 'Worked for your butt, didn't it?'

He's still alive, and with a great deal of therapy, he may even walk again, although he will probably continue to take his meals through a straw.

Stupid, stupid man