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by oz_media

We both live in huge countries, we have more space than you could explore in three lifetime's, but another ME would be too much. I would hunt me down and kill me within a week.

I feel that you would have a wee bit of a problem with another lady as tough and strong as yourself. You couldn't hack YOU and you know it. :)

by firefly1522

Maybe I should be a man, then. My husband and I are opposites. He's the one who wants to cuddle afterwards.

by maecuff

I have a sister who is very much like me, she's just not as friendly, doesn't possess much of a sense of humor and has a great big giant bitter chip on her shoulder. In other words, she's a bitch. In many ways, though, we're very much alike. When I see her behavior, it reminds me to tone it down and to just be FRIENDLY. Unless I really really can't..

by sleepin'dawg

There once was an Indian whose given name was "Onestone."
He was so named because he had only one testicle. He hated that name
and asked everyone not to call him Onestone. After years and years of
torment, Onestone finally cracked and said, "If anyone calls me Onestone
again I will kill them!" The word got around and nobody called him that any
more. Then one day a young woman named Blue Bird forgot and said, "Good
morning, Onestone." He jumped up, grabbed her and took her deep into the
forest where he made love to her all day and all night. He made love to
her! all the next day, until poor Blue Bird died from exhaustion. The word got
around that Onestone meant what he promised he would do. Years went by and
no one dared call him by his given name until a woman named Yellow Bird
returned to the village after being away for many years. Yellow Bird, who
was Blue Bird's cousin, was overjoyed when she saw Onestone. She hugged him
and said, "Good to see you, Onestone." Onestone grabbed her, took her deep
into the forest, then he made love to her all day, made love to her all
night, made love to her all the next day, made love to her all the next
night, but Yellow Bird wouldn't die! What is the moral of this story? ...
OH, come on; take a guess! Just think about it . (You're going to love this!)

And the moral is: You can't kill two birds with one stone!

Dawg ;)

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