On her? Literally died on her? I’ve heard of killer sex, but man…
Yeah, bad BOYS. But who wants to screw an OLD man, for a long time?*
- From a very old, bad joke.
Wow. Shoeless! I’m impressed!
ETA: The rest of you guys were pretty good, too, but, **Shoeless’ **post was the first I read before posting. Y’all are too quick for me!
nm
This was my thought too.
With that sort of bad-boy cred, that dude is in for some serious sexagenarian pussy.
The *really crazy part:
NJKBCNJ!!
(Jaw hits keyboard. [Jaw also knows how to use caps lock, and punctuate.])
*Actually, scratch that.
That article is just *full *of crazy.
This reminds me of one of our family stories. When my sweet little brother was six, we were watching an earlier version of The Hunchback of Notre Dame. After studying Quasimodo, he turned to my mom and said, “If he combed his hair and wore a nicer suit, he wouldn’t look so bad.”
Or 10 minutes after the wedding…
I was going to post that joke!
Oh, well. Why not…?
‘You’ve been widowed three times? What happened?’
‘My first two husbands died after eating poison mushrooms. The last one died of gunshot.’
‘Gunshot! How did that happen?’
‘He wouldn’t eat his mushrooms.’
Nah, I’m not really into murderers. I mean, I’m sure he’s a perfectly nice guy and all, when he’s not killing people, but he just isn’t my type.
Reminds me of this exchange from Clue:
Colonel Mustard: How many husbands have you had?
Mrs. White: Mine or other women’s?
Colonel Mustard: Yours.
Mrs. White: Five.
Colonel Mustard: Five?
Mrs. White: Yes, just the five. Husbands should be like Kleenex: soft, strong and disposable.