never_catch
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LAST EDITED ON Jun-16-10 AT 01:33AM (MST)[p]A thin sexy woman in her mid twenties sought the advice of a sex therapist, confiding that she found it increasingly difficult to find a man who could satisfy her, and that it was very wearisome getting in and out of all these short term relationships.
"Isn't there some way to judge the size of a man's equipment from the outside?" she asked earnestly.
"The only foolproof way, is by the size of his feet," counselled the therapist.
So the woman went downtown and proceeded to cruise the streets, until she came across a young fellow standing in an unemployment line. He had the biggest shoes she had ever laid her eyes on....so she took him out to dinner, wined and dined him, and then took him back to her apartment for an evening of abandon.
When he woke up the next morning, the woman had already gone but, by the bedside table was a $20 bill and a note that read, "Please, take this money and go buy a pair of shoes that fit your tiny feet!"
GO KOBE GO!!
~Z~
"Isn't there some way to judge the size of a man's equipment from the outside?" she asked earnestly.
"The only foolproof way, is by the size of his feet," counselled the therapist.
So the woman went downtown and proceeded to cruise the streets, until she came across a young fellow standing in an unemployment line. He had the biggest shoes she had ever laid her eyes on....so she took him out to dinner, wined and dined him, and then took him back to her apartment for an evening of abandon.
When he woke up the next morning, the woman had already gone but, by the bedside table was a $20 bill and a note that read, "Please, take this money and go buy a pair of shoes that fit your tiny feet!"
GO KOBE GO!!
~Z~
