3/18/2011

I Know What You Couldn't Find

E-mail Submitted by Valerie:

Hey I'm Bart I'm 22 and I sell insurance. I had a girl for five years until I told her either the fat goes or I go. Might sound harsh but I was thinking only of her health. 300 pounds! Holy Christ!  My God!  So roly-poly, she fell off the bed - splat!

I wish my bed was that high.  She just climbed back up and next to me and we made with the sex and I couldn't find... you know.

Save me!

rec,
Bart
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3 comments:

  1. Lulu3/18/2011 8:48 AM

    HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
    "We made with the sex" just made my morning. This is gold!

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  2. Howie Feltersnatch3/18/2011 11:31 AM

    I had the opposite problem, Bart
    ...my ex girlfriend was anorexic and I saw less and less of her...

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  3. Leanne3/18/2011 9:17 PM

    ^very tame, Howie... I'm surprised at you!! :P

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