Yeah, that's the only thing you can make out of it. A boomeran would be shaped differently: it's the closest to the picture.
In the Garden of Eden,
As everyone knows,
Lives Adam and Eve,
Without any clothes.
In this garden,
Were two little leaves,
One covered Adam's,
One covered Eve's.
As the story goes on,
Never the less to say,
The wind came along,
And blew the leaves away.
At the sight,
Adam did stare,
There was Eve's treasure,
All covered with hair.
And wonder came,
Under Eve's eyes,
As Adam's thing,
Started to rise.
They found a spot,
That suited them best,
A nice big tree,
Where they began to rest.
Her legs spread wider,
And wider apart,
While thrill after thrill,
Came into her heart.
The head of Adam's thing,
Peeked into the hole,
And filled her with passion,
Beyond her control.
Backward and forward,
His thing did slide,
And Eve's treasure,
Was all wet inside.
The joy was good,
She wouldn't let loose,
Until Adam's thing,
Was all out of juice.
Then down through the years,
People did screw,
And now it is time,
For me and you.
So pull down your pants,
And lay in the grass,
Cause I'm in the mood,
For a piece of that ASS!
Son of a Bitch
A little boy was doing his math homework. He said to himself, “Two plus six, that son of a bitch is eight. Three plus four, that son of a bitch is seven….”
His mother heard what he was saying and gasped, “What are you doing?”
The little boy answered, “I’m doing my math homework, Mom.”
“And this is how your teacher taught you to do it?” the mother asked.
“Yes,” he answered.
Infuriated, the mother asked the teacher the next day, “What are you teaching my son in math?”
The teacher replied, “Right now, we are learning addition.”
The mother asked, “And are you teaching them to say two plus two, that son of a bitch is four?”
After the teacher stopped laughing, she answered, “What I taught them was, two plus two, THE SUM OF WHICH, is four.”
At an airport of one of the cities belonging to the former Iron Curtain -Communist Eastern Countries- a spy trying to escape - running away - from Russian Secret Police KGB, was about to get caught, and runs into a nun in the street. This spy requests the nun to hide him under her habit so would pass unnoticed to pursuers. She accepted.
Later on, the nun was question by the hunters: if she had seen this guy, providing a picture or description of individual.
“Negative, no, sir, I haven’t” she replied.
These men were not a threat any more, had left, and the spy guy gets out from under the nun’s habit, and then takes place this conversation. He says:
“Oh, I’m so thankful, sister. You’ve saved me off capture, indeed.”
Sister: “A pleasure, my son.”
Spy: “I must say, sister, you are the owner of such good legs. Did you notice as I kissed your calf?”
Nun: “Certainly, my son, I did.”
Spy: “Did you feel how I kissed –print- that kiss in your legs just a little below your knee?”
Nun: “Yeah, son.”
Spy: “Did you notice how I began to go up your legs, then up to your thighs?
Nun: “Yes, son.”
Spy: Have you wondered what had happened if I kept going up your legs, kissing and kissing?”
Nun: “Yes, motherfucker! Surely you had kissed my balls as well. Don’t you see I’m a spy too?”
One evening a husband comes home to his apartment very roughed up. When his wife sees him she asks, "What happened to you?"
"I got into a fight with the apartment manager."
"Whatever for?"
"He said he had slept with every woman in the complex except one!"
The woman replied, "I bet it's that snooty Mrs. Gellar on the third floor."
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Well, the apartment manager had laid down this guy's wife too, to my opinion. What do you come up with, Rocco?
A car’s doctor breaks down one night in the middle of a storm. He’s lost in a country road. This doctor suddenly spots a dim light far away, means somebody who lives in that house could give him a hand, so he makes it there. He finds a lot of people crowding into the house, weeping while saying: “She’s dying, oh, our wonderful petite is dying!!”
He’s a doctor, so feels obliged to examine the young woman in problems. This girl appeared to be a gorgeous chick, a brunnette exhibing her goods, and doctor asks everybody to leave the room to examine her, by listening to the girl’s chests, lungs… and make –issue- a diagnosis.
He finally comes up with results of his analisys, and says: “this girl is tremendously hot. Perhaps her hot botton. It’s necessary hers get fucked right away or she’ll die soon.”
To this declaration or testimony, the family breaks into a scandal -they’re shocked- for this doctor’s absurdity, irrationality, would be a bad example. The doctor sill sticks to his diagnose, time’s running, so the girls’ fiance is called upon, and of course, he spends the whole night fucking her.
Next morning the young girl is healed, she gets off bed, and is already walking fresh as a lecctuce. The family is so grateful that wish to pay back a favor: helped the doctor to get his car back on the road.
A year later, the physician is driving along the same path of road, and stops to say hi, but the family is morning for someone. “Oh, God, our grampha has just died!” they say.
Doctor: “Did you call up a doctor, any medical treatment?”
To this they replied:
“Oh, yes, of course. The whole town fucked him as hell... but… it was useless!”
I damaged my van roof by owning a Satellite Dish, Rocco. I had to kill the rust by painting this van yellow.
Have you ever wondered how I installed this satellite dish on my van roof? The reason I do this is because a satellite dish needs a clear line of sight, which means no trees in the way –I move my van- or any other obstruction, so I put the dish up as high as possible. But how do I make it stay on my van roof? The process may surprise you:
I pulled out my ladder and satellite equipment and climbed right up on van. The next thing I did was to take out the dish mount and a drill to bolt the mount to the roof. Hold it right there! Finally, I’m sealing the roof and bolts with water resistant tar.
There is a big room with four corners. In the first corner, you find Superman. In the second corner you find Batman. In the third corner you find Spiderman. And in the fourth corner you find a gorgeous, extremely intelligent, 100% natural blonde woman with a ultra-thin magazine-model figure. In the center of the room there is a pot of gold. Who gets to the pot of gold first?
A: None, because none of these characters exist.
You mean, the boy's cum, probably.