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He was in ecstasy with a huge smile on his face as his wife moved forwards and backwards, forwards and backwards. Back and forth, back and forth, in and out, in and out. She could feel the sweat on her forehead, between her breasts and trickling down the small of her back, she was so wet. She moaned softly at first then began to groan louder. Finally, she screamed loudly "Okay, okay!! You smug bastard! You park the fucking car!!".

My wife accused me of being a bad father when I refused to check under our three-year-old son's bed after he cried about monsters under his bed. How ridiculous, if I was such a bad father then I wouldn't have shared my LSD with him in the first place.

My wife accused me of being a bad father when I refused to check under our three-year-old son's bed after he cried about monsters under his bed. How ridiculous, if I was such a bad father then I wouldn't have shared my LSD with him in the first place.

My wife accused me of being a bad father when I refused to check under our three-year-old son's bed after he cried about monsters under his bed. How ridiculous, if I was such a bad father then I wouldn't have shared my LSD with him in the first place.

The inventor of the Harley-Davidson motorcycle, Arthur Davidson, died and went to heaven.
At the gates, St. Peter told Arthur "Since you've been such a good man and your motorcycles have changed the world, your reward is that you can hang out with anyone you want to in heaven".

Arthur thought about it for a minute and then said "I want to hang out with God".
St. Peter took Arthur to the Throne Room, and introduced him to God. God recognised Arthur and said "So you were the one who invented the Harley-Davidson motorcycle?" Arthur said "Yeah, that's me..."
God said "Well, what's the big deal in inventing something that's pretty unstable, makes noise and pollution and can't run without a road?" Arthur was a bit embarrassed, but finally said "Excuse me, but aren't you the inventor of woman?" God said "Ah... yes".

"Well" said Arthur "professional to professional, you have some major design flaws in your invention! For example:

1. There's too much inconsistency in the front-end suspension.
2. It chatters constantly at high speeds.
3. Most rear ends are too soft and wobble about too much.
4. The intake is placed way too close to the exhaust.
5. The maintenance costs are outrageous!"

"Hmm, you may have some good points there" said God "Hold on".
God went to his Celestial supercomputer, typed in a few words, and waited for the results. The computer printed out a slip of paper and God read it.

"Well, it may be true that my invention is flawed" God said to Arthur "but according to these numbers, more men are riding my invention than yours".

The inventor of the Harley-Davidson motorcycle, Arthur Davidson, died and went to heaven.
At the gates, St. Peter told Arthur "Since you've been such a good man and your motorcycles have changed the world, your reward is that you can hang out with anyone you want to in heaven".

Arthur thought about it for a minute and then said "I want to hang out with God".
St. Peter took Arthur to the Throne Room, and introduced him to God. God recognised Arthur and said "So you were the one who invented the Harley-Davidson motorcycle?" Arthur said "Yeah, that's me..."
God said "Well, what's the big deal in inventing something that's pretty unstable, makes noise and pollution and can't run without a road?" Arthur was a bit embarrassed, but finally said "Excuse me, but aren't you the inventor of woman?" God said "Ah... yes".

"Well" said Arthur "professional to professional, you have some major design flaws in your invention! For example:

1. There's too much inconsistency in the front-end suspension.
2. It chatters constantly at high speeds.
3. Most rear ends are too soft and wobble about too much.
4. The intake is placed way too close to the exhaust.
5. The maintenance costs are outrageous!"

"Hmm, you may have some good points there" said God "Hold on".
God went to his Celestial supercomputer, typed in a few words, and waited for the results. The computer printed out a slip of paper and God read it.

"Well, it may be true that my invention is flawed" God said to Arthur "but according to these numbers, more men are riding my invention than yours".

The inventor of the Harley-Davidson motorcycle, Arthur Davidson, died and went to heaven.
At the gates, St. Peter told Arthur "Since you've been such a good man and your motorcycles have changed the world, your reward is that you can hang out with anyone you want to in heaven".

Arthur thought about it for a minute and then said "I want to hang out with God".
St. Peter took Arthur to the Throne Room, and introduced him to God. God recognised Arthur and said "So you were the one who invented the Harley-Davidson motorcycle?" Arthur said "Yeah, that's me..."
God said "Well, what's the big deal in inventing something that's pretty unstable, makes noise and pollution and can't run without a road?" Arthur was a bit embarrassed, but finally said "Excuse me, but aren't you the inventor of woman?" God said "Ah... yes".

"Well" said Arthur "professional to professional, you have some major design flaws in your invention! For example:

1. There's too much inconsistency in the front-end suspension.
2. It chatters constantly at high speeds.
3. Most rear ends are too soft and wobble about too much.
4. The intake is placed way too close to the exhaust.
5. The maintenance costs are outrageous!"

"Hmm, you may have some good points there" said God "Hold on".
God went to his Celestial supercomputer, typed in a few words, and waited for the results. The computer printed out a slip of paper and God read it.

"Well, it may be true that my invention is flawed" God said to Arthur "but according to these numbers, more men are riding my invention than yours".

A policeman on a motorcycle pulls over a car. "What's up?" says the driver. "Your wife fell out the passenger door three miles back" says the policeman. "Thank goodness for that" says the driver. "I thought I'd gone deaf".

Sounds like a good deal. LOL

So is this how trump's people convince him that wearing a mask is a good thing??
Wear your mask.mp4

A policeman on a motorcycle pulls over a car. "What's up?" says the driver. "Your wife fell out the passenger door three miles back" says the policeman. "Thank goodness for that" says the driver. "I thought I'd gone deaf".

How many going I would still hit that...

I'm guessing that this boss now either pays his drivers there full pay due or now drives a shit box to work after he stops paying them!!

Sounds like a good deal. LOL

So is this how trump's people convince him that wearing a mask is a good thing??
Wear your mask.mp4

Sounds like a good deal. LOL

I'm guessing that this boss now either pays his drivers there full pay due or now drives a shit box to work after he stops paying them!!

How many going I would still hit that...