Bit of light relief.
10 December 2009, 01:54 PM
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Bit of light relief.
This could be so true.......................
An army platoon was marching north of Fallujah when they came upon an Iraqi insurgent, badly injured and unconscious.
On the opposite side of the road was a British soldier in a similar but
less serious state. The soldier was conscious and alert and as first aid
was given to both men, the platoon leader asked the injured soldier what
had happened.
The soldier reported, "I was moving north along the highway here, and
coming south was a heavily armed insurgent. We saw each other and both took cover in the ditches along the road.
I yelled to him that Saddam Hussein was a miserable, lowlife scum bag
who'd got what he deserved, and he yelled back that Gordon Brown is a fat, useless, lying one-eyed Jock, and Lord Mandelson is a pillow biting
poofter!
So I said that Osama Bin Laden dresses and ponces about like a
frigid, hatchet faced lesbian.
He retaliated by yelling, "Oh yeah? Well, so does Harriet Harman!"
"And, there we were, in the middle of the road, shaking hands, when a
bloody bus hit us."
Eileen and her husband Bob went for counseling after 25 years of marriage.
When asked what the problem was, Eileen went into a passionate,
painful tirade listing every problem they had ever had in the 25
years they had been married.
She went on and on and on: neglect, lack of intimacy, emptiness,
loneliness, feeling unloved and unlovable, an entire laundry list of
unmet needs she had endured over the course of their marriage.
Finally, after allowing this to go on for a sufficient length of
time, the therapist got up, walked around the desk and after asking
Eileen to stand, embraced her, unbuttoned her blouse and bra, put
his hands on her breasts and massaged them thoroughly, while
kissing her passionately as her husband Bob watched with a raised eyebrow!
Eileen shut up, buttoned up her blouse, and quietly sat down while
basking in the glow of being highly aroused.
The therapist turned to Bob and said, 'This is what your wife
needs at least three times a week.. Can you do this?'
Bob thought for a moment and replied, 'Well, I can drop her off
here on Mondays and Wednesdays, but on Fridays, I play golf.
An army platoon was marching north of Fallujah when they came upon an Iraqi insurgent, badly injured and unconscious.
On the opposite side of the road was a British soldier in a similar but
less serious state. The soldier was conscious and alert and as first aid
was given to both men, the platoon leader asked the injured soldier what
had happened.
The soldier reported, "I was moving north along the highway here, and
coming south was a heavily armed insurgent. We saw each other and both took cover in the ditches along the road.
I yelled to him that Saddam Hussein was a miserable, lowlife scum bag
who'd got what he deserved, and he yelled back that Gordon Brown is a fat, useless, lying one-eyed Jock, and Lord Mandelson is a pillow biting
poofter!
So I said that Osama Bin Laden dresses and ponces about like a
frigid, hatchet faced lesbian.
He retaliated by yelling, "Oh yeah? Well, so does Harriet Harman!"
"And, there we were, in the middle of the road, shaking hands, when a
bloody bus hit us."
Eileen and her husband Bob went for counseling after 25 years of marriage.
When asked what the problem was, Eileen went into a passionate,
painful tirade listing every problem they had ever had in the 25
years they had been married.
She went on and on and on: neglect, lack of intimacy, emptiness,
loneliness, feeling unloved and unlovable, an entire laundry list of
unmet needs she had endured over the course of their marriage.
Finally, after allowing this to go on for a sufficient length of
time, the therapist got up, walked around the desk and after asking
Eileen to stand, embraced her, unbuttoned her blouse and bra, put
his hands on her breasts and massaged them thoroughly, while
kissing her passionately as her husband Bob watched with a raised eyebrow!
Eileen shut up, buttoned up her blouse, and quietly sat down while
basking in the glow of being highly aroused.
The therapist turned to Bob and said, 'This is what your wife
needs at least three times a week.. Can you do this?'
Bob thought for a moment and replied, 'Well, I can drop her off
here on Mondays and Wednesdays, but on Fridays, I play golf.
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