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Summer Ending….Cummings Extending….

Sunday, August 30th, 2015

Okay boys days are getting shorter so that means those nights are getting longer…. ¬†Well maybe for some wanker’s nights are longer.

More chances to come with early turn ins for some households. ūüėČ Exhausted busy times makes for extra alone times. You hope. Lol.

It’s time for some new naughty ideas for the wankers. Well you boys better up those gifts and tributes if you want more. I mean send Me more cash, gifts, money,¬†payola, tributes, for those who can’t understand my hints or¬†innuendoes. I use amazon.com for ecards and a few more gifts but I prefer to buy My own so I like gift cards better. I’m going for a short beach trip and I can use your¬†generosity to pay My way. Don’t Hesitate Do It Now!¬†

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I’m not in a creative mood today so I’ll share My Goodies and a little joke or two. Buy those Goody bags and don’t forget to leave “Thumbs Up” on Goody buys and 5 stars on My Feedbacks.

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Do you measure up? Haha. Of course you don’t. ūüėČ ¬† ¬†

 

 

 

 

 

 $10 Cuckold Training 

 $10 I Ignore you
$50 Ignore Until I Break you

 

 $20 Punishment Text #1

 $20 Punishment Text #2

Now for a funny or two. No offense meant to anyone. ūüėČ

A Kentucky couple, both certified rednecks, had 9 children.  They went to 
the doctor to see about getting the husband “fixed”.¬†
The  doctor gladly started the required procedure and asked them what 
finally made ¬†them make the decision–why after nine children, would they choose¬†
to do  this.
The husband replied that they had read in a recent article that one  out of 
every ten children being born in the United States was Mexican, and  they 
didn’t want to take a chance on having a Mexican baby because neither of ¬†
them could speak Spanish.

 

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      A Horse, A Chicken &A Harley
On the farm lived a chicken and a horse, both of whom loved to play
together One day the two were playing, when the horse fell into a bog and began
to sink. Scared for his life, the horse whinnied for the chicken to go get
the farmer for help!Off the chicken ran, back to the farm. Arriving at the farm, he searched
and searched for the farmer, but to no avail, for he had gone to town with
the only tractor.
Running around, the chicken spied the farmer’s new Harley. Finding the
keys in the ignition, the chicken sped off with a length of rope hoping he
still had time to save his friend’s life.

Back at the bog, the horse was surprised, but happy, to see the chicken
arrive on the shiny Harley; and he managed to get a hold of the loop of rope
the chicken tossed to him. After tying the other end to the rear bumper of
the farmer’s bike, the chicken then drove slowly forward and, with the aid
of the powerful bike, rescued the horse!
Happy and proud, the chicken rode the Harley back to the farmhouse, and
the farmer was none the wiser when he returned.

The friendship between the two animals was cemented: Best Buddies. Best
Pals.

A few weeks later, the chicken fell into a mud pit; and soon he, too,
began to sink and cried out to the horse to save his life!

The horse thought a moment, walked over, and straddled the large puddle.
Looking underneath, he told the chicken to grab his hangy-down thing, and
he would then lift him out of the pit. The chicken got a good grip, and the
horse pulled him up and out, saving his life.

The moral of the story?

(Yep, you bet there IS a moral!)

“When You’re Hung Like A Horse, You Don’t Need A Harley To Pick Up Chicks”

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