Sometimes the sweetest fruit is the one we are not supposed to eat.
What are you shittin me, we weren't blood-related and never would be because she was blowing my uncle's best friend on the side so it was me 25 and her 21 and we had a cornfield with a blanket at 10 at night.
I devoured that cherry, let me tell you.

Next day the farmer harvesting the field was bitching and moaning because a Trojan condom got caught in his combine harvester. Stupid fucker got splooge when he try to get it loose and it ripped
 
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Our financial planner was to meet us at home for a consultation.
BUT, both my husband and I were going to be late due to work.
It was too late to cancel, and we figured if we could get our
daughter to at least let him in, he would be patient enough to wait.
He waited!

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