Better yet... when she said she wasn't sure if she could go, you should have replied "Well, that's because you're constipated!" :eyebrows: Somehow, I don't think that would have helped matters, though... I'm all out of ideas! Sorry I couldn't be of more help...
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Sounds like you may have a mental blockage. That can happen to anyone. You just need to flush out the thoughts that are plugging you up
That is the most disgusting thing I've ever heard. If you think about her problem and your solution, there is only one orifice out of which the shit could come and that's not something even the most kinky of us would wantI've got it!!! The perfect solution to your lady friend's constipation woes... Just call her up and offer to fuck the shit out of her - problem solved!
That is the most disgusting thing I've ever heard. If you think about her problem and your solution, there is only one orifice out of which the shit could come and that's not something even the most kinky of us would want
Speak for yourself! lol
you should have shared this story....
On the next episode of NBC’s The Island—the Bear Grylls-hosted adventure series about a bunch of men who are left to fend for themselves on a deserted island—one of the participants battles an epic case of constipation.
Trey Williams, a 31-year-old digital marketing manager from Kansas City, Mo, is so traumatized by his inability to go No. 2 that it “petrifies me every time I hear that grumble” from his bowels.
“You haven’t truly lived until you’ve spent two and a half hours digging four to five pounds of coconut, bark and crab shell out of your own butt,” admits Williams.
http://www.ew.com/article/2015/06/10/nbcs-island-what-happens-this-poor-guy-just-gross
On the next episode of NBC’s The Island—the Bear Grylls-hosted adventure series about a bunch of men who are left to fend for themselves on a deserted island—one of the participants battles an epic case of constipation.
Trey Williams, a 31-year-old digital marketing manager from Kansas City, Mo, is so traumatized by his inability to go No. 2 that it “petrifies me every time I hear that grumble” from his bowels.
“You haven’t truly lived until you’ve spent two and a half hours digging four to five pounds of coconut, bark and crab shell out of your own butt,” admits Williams.
http://www.ew.com/article/2015/06/10/nbcs-island-what-happens-this-poor-guy-just-gross
You are correct GB... A seven or less - IN TERMS OF THEIR DRESS SIZES
On the same measure, I assume all the girls you see are 8+++
Well he does date female bears after allYou are correct GB... A seven or less - IN TERMS OF THEIR DRESS SIZES
On the same measure, I assume all the girls you see are 8+++
I knew this chap - litigation lawyer - who'd mastered the art of controlled farting.
Many people have the ability to take in a swallow of air and emit it as a belch -- even using the belch like their voice, and speaking coherent sentences. Look at the youtubes on that, if you want a good laugh.
The ability to do a similar thing with a fart, by controlling one's rectum muscles, is not so common; but this chap had it.
It's not unknown for lawyers, at the dramatic moment in a trial, to try to distract the jury by some such trick as tearing a piece of paper. Well, this chap was able to emit a horse and cart right whenever he wanted. No smell, just sound.
He had also mastered the art of looking round with a concerned expression, as if getting ready to admonish the guilty party.
I still get twinges from the strain of trying to keep a straight face!
Many people have the ability to take in a swallow of air and emit it as a belch -- even using the belch like their voice, and speaking coherent sentences. Look at the youtubes on that, if you want a good laugh.
The ability to do a similar thing with a fart, by controlling one's rectum muscles, is not so common; but this chap had it.
It's not unknown for lawyers, at the dramatic moment in a trial, to try to distract the jury by some such trick as tearing a piece of paper. Well, this chap was able to emit a horse and cart right whenever he wanted. No smell, just sound.
He had also mastered the art of looking round with a concerned expression, as if getting ready to admonish the guilty party.
I still get twinges from the strain of trying to keep a straight face!
