Her honey mustered.
It closed after a week as most men couldn't find it.
When the light drops the first banana split, the other peeled out.
A prostitute goes to the dad, and he notices her coming his way. He quickly closes his son's eyes.
Son: Dad, what was that woman wearing?
Dad: Uhh, nothing.
They were clothed.
The police have nothing to go on.
A pair of frittatas.
"... and one for the road."
The locals are the best. They didn’t have any. They need to Polish up their Pole dancers.
The girls there were dancing like nobody was watching
It was looking for guy-dance.
“Sorry, we’re clothed.”
He said: Well, I can clearly see your nuts
He was there to see a chicken strip
This will make the District of Columbia, finally a steak.
temporarily clothed
Basically, they’ve been stripped of their source of income.
Me: maybe it does, but that doesn't help with my hunger.
It’s not a glamorous job, but at least I can make ends meet.
I knew Ithmus be the place.
I’ve never even seen one with clothes
Every BBQ is a dumpsterfire!
He explained that he went to a marriage counselor because mom didn't want to be intimate anymore. The counselor told him he should do something sexy to attract her.
Trevor loved tractors. And I mean, really loved tractors. Forget any obsessions or high-level interests you may have, chances are they pale in the face of Trevor’s love for tractors.
Every day Trevor would get up, in his tractor-themed bedroom in his tractor-themed house, with its tractor-themed wallpaper and tractor-themed carpets, and he would make his bed with its tractor-themed duvet and tractor-themed sheets. He would go downstairs in his tractor-themed pajamas into his tractor-themed kitchen, with its tractor-themed tiles and cupboards, and he would eat his breakfast while perusing the latest tractor-themed magazine or annual.
Trevors’s degree in Agricultural Engineering hung on his living room wall, along with a copy of his thesis, which centred around (you guessed it) tractors. The living room was decorated with all sorts of tractor-related trinkets, including die-cast models, paintings and drawings.
The hedges in Trevor’s front garden were trimmed in the shape of tractors. His lawn was vividly decorated with tractor-driving garden gnomes, and his garden furniture was constructed from various parts from vintage tractor designs.
Trevor just had one thing missing from his otherwise tractor-centric life; he had never actually owned, nor driven, a real tractor.
Not for his lack of trying, of course. Trevor had been to many tractor shows over the years, and visited many farms with friends of his, but none of the tractors he had seen had ever been quite right. Trevor was so knowledgeable about tractors that every single one he had come across had possessed some hidden trait that he wasn’t keen on. His first experience of driving a real tractor had to be perfect.
One day, Trevor was flicking through one of his favourite publications, Powertrain Quarterly, when there was a knock at the door. Trevor answered, and it was his friend and fellow tractor enthusiast, Jeff.
Trevor welcomed Jeff in, and over tea and crumpets served on tractor-themed crockery, they discussed the merits of aluminium drawbars and front-end loaders. Eventually Trevor pressed Jeff to explain the reason for his visit.
“Well” said Jeff, “As I’m sure you know the convention comes to town later”.
The convention. Trevor had been thinking of little else the past three weeks. The neighbouring town annually threw a convention for farmers, particularly farmyard machinery. There would be combine harvesters, lawnmowers, and of course, tractors.
“Yes of course” replied Trevor
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“Oh we want the hottest girls you got”
The circus is filled with cunning stunts
Freeze, you're under abreast!
I wouldn't mess with him lads. He's a cycle path.
His mom gets angry and asks him: Did you see anything there that you were not supposed to see?
Boy: Yes, I saw dad!
To see the chicken strip
