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I've actually had the notion of putting a strap-on my favorite teddy bear (his name is Winston). I suppose you could put a strap-on on a melon. But I'm sure Kinki is a fresh-fruit purist. It might be cheating. I think I read somewhere that men can bore out a little hole in a water melon (to his dimensions, so it's nice and snug), then put it in the oven on warm for a while till I guess it's 98.6 and then insert and enjoy. |
I can think of a lot of other ways to get off besides fucking a watermelon. I would rather eat a watermelon. Actually, boring a hole and "eating out" a watermelon kind of sounds appealling. You could work it for a while and then tilt the watermelon forcing the juices to flow down into your mouth. Thus, simulating the juices of a woman flowing into your mouth as she cums with excitement. Of course it would be a lot sweeter than most pussies, but that is to be expected with fresh fruit. ...Gotta go, off to the market. |
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Damn. |
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http://www.phallic.org/watermelon.gif and speaking of alzheimers (Dave), I grew up in a neighborhood that had it's resident kook with alzheimers...Ole Kate used to go around asking the boys if she could see "yer big banana....come here you fuck...gimme yer big banana" She used to also walk up to peoples porches and also the main road and start sweeping.....kinda sad about alzheimers but at the same time, when i am old and withering it seems kinda fun and playful to be in a state of such bliss and irregard...but I am sure thats a jaded way of looking at it... |
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used to buy watermelon from a guy whose sign said "Fresh watermelon...as sweet as your woman." |
HA! |
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there's a line in one of Deacon Lunchbox's poems about "gettin' kinda fond of the hole in the sofa that I call Wanda" later on, i read somewhere, he changed it to Brenda because he was interested in a woman named Wanda and didn't want her to take offense. It doesn't rhyme as well though. this was the poem about the Hummingbird Hotel which I am wondering if it was the same one as was down the street from where i stayed in New Orleans. I was going to try having breakfast in the cafe when my brain made the connection. I ended up passing it by... |
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Ever jerk off with shampoo? you go try oranges and report back. |
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i suspect many of you are very uncomforable at reading this. she asked. |
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heh A question for the millenium. Cunt wine. |
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To protect our fruits and vegetables from disease carriers. |