… the only created being who bows in humility and adoration.
Hosea Ballou 1771 – 1852
Crazy name, sensible guy!
On with the pictures of not-nekkid leddies:
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| Don’t forget to say ang ooo. |
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| On reflection, you were just going to ask if she wanted a nice cup of tea, weren’t you? |
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| Ah the smell of burning rubber, the screams, the sounds of sirens… What’s that? Bad taste? Hey – YKINHK, right? |
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| Hey – don’t knock it. Imagine having a girlfriend who handles mens’ genitals all day for a living. Hmmm? |
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| But later she overdid it and found that his attention disappeared completely. Never mind. Plenty more fish in the sea. |
So what do you talk about on a date with a professional castratrix?
Oh well, for goodness sake, you just talk about normal stuff of course! I mean, this must really annoy professional castratrices – the way men just get so weird around them, you know? Just talk about football, about last night's TV, about politics… Don't let her job define her – it's not like she's castrating men all the time. Just during working hours.