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big monkey hugs to my friends! (you've made my otherwise wretched day much brighter!)

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hugs for you too, sounds like you need it, hope your day gets better :)

I'm here... I broke free for a few hours:D :rolleyes:

Ege...was he the one that left after he told us that he was hot for his cousin?

Hey marroe, long time no see :)

Yeah that was him...

Stepsister...Not AS bad, I guess...At least they aren't related by any blood...That makes it okay, doesn't it?




But then, what do I know?...I'm from Kentucky :p

i used to have a really cute cousin.

wouldnt have boned her though.

a buddy of mine did bone his cousin ... she was in the UK .. they'd never met ..until they were around 17)

she was a fun lil thing :)

So, you boned her with him?

Sounds like it doesn't it?

uhmm .. no.. but i did get to know her a bit later :)

this was almost 30 years ago :)

wb marroe - hope to see you more often!

I saw him lurking here a few days ago...guess there isnt enough spammers here at the moment...and where is Allmykids ...wasnt she a mod...?

Hey to you too!
And thanks Zero...I'm trying to hang out more. I kinda miss the ol' forum:o

This thread name reminds me of the King Missle song.

I woke up this morning with a bad hangover
And my penis was missing again.
This happens all the time.
It's detachable.

[background singing begins: "detachable penis" over and over]

This comes in handy a lot of the time.
I can leave it home, when I think it's gonna get me in trouble,
or I can rent it out, when I don't need it.
But now and then I go to a party, get drunk,
and the next morning I can't for the life of me
remember what I did with it.
First I looked around my apartment, and I couldn't find it.
So I called up the place where the party was,
they hadn't seen it either.
I asked them to check the medicine cabinet
'cause for some reason I leave it there sometimes
But not this time.
So I told them if it pops up to let me know.
I called a few people who were at the party,
but they were no help either.
I was starting to get desperate.
I really don't like being without my penis for too long.
It makes me feel like less of a man,
and I really hate having to sit down every time I take a leak.
After a few hours of searching the house,
and calling everyone I could think of,
I was starting to get very depressed,
so I went to the Kiev, and ate breakfast.
Then, as I walked down Second Avenue towards St. Mark's Place,
where all those people sell used books and other junk on the street,
I saw my penis lying on a blanket
next to a broken toaster oven.
Some guy was selling it.
I had to buy it off him.
He wanted twenty-two bucks, but I talked him down to seventeen.
I took it home, washed it off,
and put it back on. I was happy again. Complete.
People sometimes tell me I should get it permanently attached,
but I don't know.
Even though sometimes it's a pain in the ass,
I like having a detachable penis.

[background voices continue to sing "detachable penis" for
a while, then out]

are you saying that all the people who are missing are dicks ?

Never interrupt Zero on the job:-

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zvWEYqOgo60

heyyyyyyyyy w.b marroe