| The Tongue-Tied Torontonian |
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A Vancouverite is standing in a bar drinking when a Torontonian walks in. After a while they get to talking and at 10:30 the Torontonian says, "Oh well, I better get home. My wife doesn't like me to stay out late drinking." The Vancouverite replies, "That's because you aren't doing it right. You should do what I do. Go home. Sneak in the bedroom. Pull back the covers. Get down between her legs and lick, lick, lick. Do that for about twenty minutes and I guarantee there won't be any complaints in the morning." The Torontonian agrees to try that and continues drinking with the Vancouverite for about two more hours before heading home to try out the licking suggestion. When he got home, the house was pitch black. So he snuck upstairs into the bedroom, pulled back the covers and proceeded to lick for twenty minutes. After a while, the bed was drenched with moisture, so he decided to go wash his face. As he walked into the bathroom, he noticed his wife was sitting on the toilet. He screamed, "What are you doing in here?!" "Quiet!" she exclaimed. "You'll wake my mother." |
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