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Nymphomanic Convention
A man boarded an airplane and took his seat. As he settled in, he glanced up and saw the most beautiful woman boarding the plane. He soon realized she was heading straight towards his seat. As fate would have it, she took the seat right beside his.
Eager to strike up a conversation he blurted out, "Business trip or pleasure?" She turned, smiled and said, "Business. I’m going to the Annual Nymphomaniacs of America Convention in Boston."
He swallowed hard. Here was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen sitting next to him, and she was going to a meeting of nymphomaniacs. Struggling to maintain his composure, he calmly asked, "What’s your business role at this convention?"
"Lecturer," she responded. "I use information that I have learned from my personal experiences to debunk some of the popular myths about sexuality."
"Really?" he said. "And what kind of myths are there?"
"Well," she explained, "one popular myth is that African-American men are the most well-endowed of all men, when in fact it is the Native American Indian who is most likely to possess that trait. Another popular myth is that Frenchmen are the best lovers when actually it is men of Jewish descent who are the best. I have also discovered that the lover with absolutely the best stamina is the Southern Redneck."
Suddenly the woman became a little uncomfortable and blushed. "I’m sorry," she said, "I shouldn’t really be discussing all of this with you. I don’t even know your name."
"Tonto," the man said, "Tonto Goldstein. But my friends call me Bubba.
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I don’t remember who sent me that, but it sure is funny. Was it you, Puzzler? I’m thinking it was. Or perhaps it was my sister, Bethany? Thanks to whomever.
And while I’m at it, this next few days are going to be/might be/could be pretty busy so look for me, but don’t expect/do hope for much. Tomorrow (Monday) I should be working from noon-ish until midnight … but that could change depending on a few circumstances that might pop up. I don’t think they will be a problem, but just in case — you’re forewarned. Then Tuesday is a BIG morning with my very expensive and talented hairdresser for my much needed and beloved highlights.
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Phone Sex Quote of the Day
Even though I hadn’t a clue and was totally taken by surprise, I wasn’t angry or turned off in the least. I just thought, "Well! What do you know?" — Mr. A. telling me about his reaction to finding out the "lady" he’d been seducing (I just thought she had a lot of bush) was a TS (transexual). And he DID continue with the seduction.
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Phone Sex Scunt (scum + cunt) of the Day
Sissy M, who really really pissed me off today. Get a grip and learn to act like a man … even when you’re in panties. There is no excuse for your behavior and you are totally not getting what the phone sex experience is about. Because, guess what? It’s the same as everything else in life: you get what you put into it. But then again, I suspect you don’t put much into life, so … don’t call me. I’ll call you.
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DEAR READERS: I am sooo sorry for losing my cool and telling off Sissy M. right here in public. I really, really, really try to ignore these guys (just block their calls and move on) and pay attention to the good guys who deserve my attention, like Mr. A. (who is a stand-up kinkster). BUT that idiot I interrupted our blogging adventure with his call only to hang up at one minute.
And so … well … er … just except my apologies and keep adoring me.
xo, Angela
Just your friend Bubba Litmajor here, saying hi!
Now that was a hoot. Scuse me while I trade my minivan for a pickup with a gun rack and my baseball hat for a yarmulke and I think I’ll put on some spray on tanner and hang around in certain casinos.
I’m on my way to the Synagogue and then to string my bow, oy how!