What if there was a woman named Flo, and she would go and visit her niece. The niece would have a hard time mentioning her visit without it being awkward.
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Think of how much fuel could be saved if you designed a car with larger rear wheels so it was always going downhill.
This required the help of urbandictionary.com.
She could just say “I had a visit from my dad’s sister. Her name is Flo”
Sardonic friend: “So what your saying is your aunt Flo is here to visit.”
Rest of friends: “Snicker.”
if we sharpened the white cane’s blind people use, we could make them pick up all the street trash…
just saying
Sooner or later it would appear as if they are carring a column of detritus.
Especially if she had red hair.
Maybe she could get a job with an insurance company, though, and her niece could refer to her that way.
I posted this a long time ago, but it still cracks me up a little.
Every now and then I’ll see a cute Asian woman and have a little sexual fantasy about her. In my fantasies they always have pussies that taste like soy sauce. Hey, they’re Asian, right? Then I come to my senses and realize that that makes no sense at all. Why would a woman’s pussy taste like the food from her culture? Do Italian women taste like marinara sauce? Do French women taste like butter? Do Russian women taste like borscht? Absurd!
Then it occurs to me that almost every woman I’ve been with has been from a coastal area where there’s a lot of seafood.
If car tires where square instead of round, we wouldn’t need handbrakes.
When I went to college there was a chinese student who was homesick. So we dressed as Mongols and ransacked his room.
I always figured the best example of “mixed emotions” might be a Native American working at a Bank or Post Office and having next Monday as a paid day off.