11-17-2004, 08:42 PM | #1 (permalink) |
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Meanest Hooker
One day after striking gold in Alaska, a lonesome miner came down from the mountains and walked into a saloon in the nearest town. “I’m lookin’ for the meanest, toughest, roughest hooker in the Yukon,” he said to the bartender.
“We got her,” replied the bartender. “She’s upstairs in the second room on the right.” The miner handed the bartender a gold nugget to pay for the hooker and two beers. He grabbed the bottles, stomped up the stairs, kicked open the door and yelled, “I’m looking for the meanest, roughest, toughest hooker in the Yukon.” The woman inside the room looked at the miner and said, “Well, you found her.” Then she stripped naked, bent over and grabbed her ankles. “How do you know I want that position first?” asked the miner. “I don’t,” replied the hooker, “I just thought you might like to open those beers first.” |
11-18-2004, 05:21 PM | #3 (permalink) |
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hmm..so wait he was going to open teh beer bottles with her pussy? i'm a lil lost...
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12-07-2004, 04:46 PM | #14 (permalink) |
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Ohhhh.... thats one touch woman... a little too tough and rough for me.
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