Now, here at post 194 we can see the picture of Willie Dick.
It was heard that Willie, a boat fan, had the biggest Johnson on the lake. However, the story depicted here has to do with his wife, Pussy Dick. Apparently Pussy heard that someone had killed the beaver that maintained the dam that kept their lake. She was literally incensed that someone had, without her permission, went shooting in her bush. In a fit of hysteria, Pussy headed off by herself in her canoe screaming, Nobody shoots Pussys beaver from her bush! or something of that nature. The neighbours feared she would do something drastic and planned to capture her and put her in confinement. The best they could come up with was an old piano crate. They got their crate and headed over to Willies and said to him Willie, your wife needs to be controlled. She will end up in real trouble if we dont do some thing. We want to get out your big Johnson and chase her down with it. Snatch that Pussy and put her in a box!
Do you know the difference between "guts" and "balls"?
Guts - is arriving home late after a night out with the guys, being assaulted by your wife with a broom, and having the guts to ask: "Are you still cleaning, or are you flying somewhere?"
Balls - is coming home late after a night out with the guys, smelling of perfume and beer, lipstick on your collar, slapping your wife on the ass and having the balls to say, "You're next".
Voodoo, If you are serious, I would love to join you for a toast of Absinthe sometime. I have not have good Absinthe in about 10 years. I was lucky enough to find someone with a few bottles aboard.
Interesting evening. Did the whole "sugar cube" process.