Date: 28-05-24  Time: 13:30 pm

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Re: Real men
« Reply #25 on: 28 October 2011, 08:32:43 am »
presumably with all that crawling around it would be well worn
Snake genitalia are internal to avoid such problems.
Which means it's very difficult to tell whether they're male or female by looking at them.  :)

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Re: Real men
« Reply #26 on: 28 October 2011, 12:14:35 pm »
If you meet a grumpy anaconda close up it doesn't matter if it's male or female, your still fucked! :lol
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Re: Real men
« Reply #27 on: 28 October 2011, 01:37:26 pm »
One that doesn't cry and jump on the sofa when the cat brings a mouse in.

One that doesn't lie even when he's been caught red handed (Why do men do that???)

One that is faithful and respects people.

One that can keep up...


I know it's a massive ask!!

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Re: Real men
« Reply #28 on: 29 October 2011, 10:53:54 am »
A WOMENS POEM:


As I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man thats not a creep,
One whos, hansom smart and strong,
One who loves to listen long,
One who thinks before he speaks,
One who'll call, not wait for weeks,
I pray he's rich and self-employed,
and when I spend, wont get annoyed.
Pull out my chair and hold my hand,
Massage my feet and help me stand.




A MANS POEM:


I pray for a deaf, mute gymnast nymphomaniac,
with big tits and a fanny tighter than a mouses waistcoat.
She owns a pub, loves the taste of cum, and occasionally takes it up the wrong 'un.
This doesnt even rhyme but who gits a shit, poetry is for women