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Class Clown
Join Date: Feb 2003
Location: Winnipeg, Canada
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A couple was invited to a swanky masked Hallowe'en Party. She got a terrible headache and told her husband to go to the party alone. He, being a devoted husband, protested, but she argued and said she was just going to take some aspirin and go to bed, and that there was no need of his good time being spoiled by not going. So, he took his costume and away he went to the party.
The wife, after sleeping soundly for about an hour, awoke refreshed to find her headache had gone. As it was still early, she decided to go to the party after all. Since her husband did not know what costume she had decided to wear to the festivities, she decided she would have some fun by anonymously watching her husband to see how he acted when she was not with him. She joined the party unannounced, and soon spotted her fully-costumed husband cavorting on the dance floor, dancing with everyone he could, copping a feel here, and a little kiss there. His wife sidled up to him and, being a very attractive lady, soon caught his eye. He left his current partner high and dry, and devoted his full attention to this seductive new babe that had just arrived on the scene. She accepted his romantic advances and let him go as far as he wished; naturally, since he was her husband. Eventually, he whispered a passionate suggestion in her ear and she quickly agreed. Off they went to a car in the parking lot for a bit of heavy breathing and a romantic window-fogging workout. Just before the midnight unmasking, she slipped away from the party, made her way home, put her costume away, and got into bed. She was wondering what explanation her husband would offer for his behavior. She was sitting up reading when he returned home, and inquired as to what kind of an evening he had. He said, "Oh, you know, the same old thing. You know I never have a good time when you're not there." She asked, "Did you dance much?" He replied, "I'll tell you, I never even had one dance. When I got there, I met Pete Simpson, Bill Brown, and a couple of other guys, so we went into the den and played poker all night. But I'll tell you... from all reports, I understand the guy I loaned my costume to sure had a Hell of a good time!"
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aņejo
Join Date: Jun 2006
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Then again, never got into the poker scene either. ![]() Don't take me wrong, I'll gamble a few times, here and there, for a steamy workout or two, but to the mono beat. ![]() |
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