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Scyess
Official Traveling Menstrual
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Well, I haven't been posting much lately, so I figured I should keep myself in the limelight. That and since I've been so out of ideas, I'm really happy when I can think of something. It feels like I'll never get to 700 at this rate. Forget 800.
In the meantime, bull semen.
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| All right, Jon. You wanted some sexual experience, and I'm going to show you how to get some. So stop yer bitchin', okay? | |
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| All right, ready? Let's go through the checklist! Gloves! _______________ Instruments! _______________ Restraints! _______________ Protection! _______________ Semen! | |
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| Rubber Gloves! Check! _______________ Long, metal dildo! Check! _______________ Lasso-rope, check! _______________ Helmet, catcher's pads, protective cup! Check! _______________ Bull semen, check! | |
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| All right! Let's go artificially inseminate some cows. (I wish you would stop calling the inseminator a "long, metal dildo.") | |
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| I wish you would stop calling artificially insiminating cattle "sexual experience." | |
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| Damn, Jon, it sounds like you've really got the hang of this whole bovine insemination process. | |
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| MOO!! MOOOOOOO!! MOOooooooooOOOO!!! | |
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| Jon went home. Now let me show you how bovine insemination is REALLY done. | |
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| That's not very high tech. Besides, I kept getting thrown when I tried that. | |
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| Hello, Bova, my darling. I got your note, but I couldn't read it. | |
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Translation: "It said I found out you were at the bovine insemination yard all afternoon with Jim, you illiterate pervert. I never want to see you again."
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| Hey, who are you calling illiterate, Miss "Tries to Write a Note without Opposable Thumbs?" Hey, come back! | |
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| How DARE you not agree that my fingernail polish matches my hair elastic! | |
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| Ow... Hey, why am I stuck to the floor? | |
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| Hi, Jon. My tube of super glue sprung a leak, so I emptied it into your shampoo bottle. I hope you don't mind. | |
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| Damn! My woman caught me cheating with a whole stockyard of heifers, now I have to decide whether to dump her or apologize. Man, women are such a pain in the ass. | |
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| Wow. You sure have it tough. Now be a friend and douse my head in turpentine, won't you? | |
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| Cowdjinn! Remember me? Clara! We had that "romantic encounter" the other day. Well, we're going to have a calf! Isn't it great? What should we name him? | |
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| What? You sick bastard! You knocked me up, and as the father you will take responsibility, dammit! | |
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| Um, I knocked you up in the industrialized ranch where you are routinely inseminated to produce offspring for eating. | |
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| *sigh* "Veal" it is then. | |
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| So, before I call the ranch and report your whereabouts, got time for a quickie? *wink* | |
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--- "Old" is the old new.
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