Executioner
July 10th, 2001, 05:03 AM
I couldn't think of a better title (sorry).
One day a foursome of women were playing a round of golf. One tee'd off and hit a beautiful drive straigh up the fairway. As they watched the ball, they realized that they hadn't waited long enough for the group ahead of them to play-on, and began to yell. They watched and sure enough, BANG!! The ball hit one of the men. The woman that hit the drive ran up the fairway to find one of the men on the ground with his hands between his legs screaming in agony. She knelt beside him and said she was a registerd nurse and she could make him feel better. At which point, she unzipped his pants and took out his *you know what* and began to stroke it. After a few minutes, she got "in the mood" and kept going. He "achieved" and she put his *you know what* back in his pants and asked him if he felt better. He said,
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"I feel fine but my dang thumb is still killing me."
One day a foursome of women were playing a round of golf. One tee'd off and hit a beautiful drive straigh up the fairway. As they watched the ball, they realized that they hadn't waited long enough for the group ahead of them to play-on, and began to yell. They watched and sure enough, BANG!! The ball hit one of the men. The woman that hit the drive ran up the fairway to find one of the men on the ground with his hands between his legs screaming in agony. She knelt beside him and said she was a registerd nurse and she could make him feel better. At which point, she unzipped his pants and took out his *you know what* and began to stroke it. After a few minutes, she got "in the mood" and kept going. He "achieved" and she put his *you know what* back in his pants and asked him if he felt better. He said,
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"I feel fine but my dang thumb is still killing me."