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another one Ok this one is translated from my native language...sorry if i wrote some mistakes..I'm sure there'll be some... A man goes to his office on a Monday morning by train, like he always does. Try to imagine...a double seat in front, a small table in the middle. Cosy cushions and all the coats are hanging against the windows. Bill entered the train and his<b> buddies </font></b>were already on the train, because they live a bit further and get on the train a stop or two earlier. Bill enters and everyone sees his black eye. He tries to turn his head but you can't miss it  ..a perfect black eye..The two in front ask..Bill, man what has happened with your eye during the weekend? Did someone hit you??? Why??? Bill is a bit nervous because he has to reply this direct question.. 3 pair of eyes are focused on his black eye. No, he says my wife hit me with a frozen chicken. A fozen chicken??? All at the same time. Yes, he says a frozen chicken. Last saturday my wife was bent above the refrigerator, I couldn't hold myself, so i slided her dress uptill i could reach her underwear.. slided that one aside and fucked her at place. In a reflex she took a frozen chicken, sweeped it agains my face and now I have a black eye. The three guys start to grin and one of them asks. Come on Bill, I know your wife, she is a hot lady, didn't she like it??? Bil says... Oh, yes, she does like it but not at the local supermarket.. 
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He's just lucky they weren't in a gun store  Drop in and visit my blog sometime, but you'll probably regret it
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This is funny and I appreciate you giving me such a good laugh! Not in the supermarket, indeed! lol! Duane
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