He spends the next 2 hours trying to figure out how to pick it up.A blonde man shouts frantically into the phone, “My wife is pregnant and her contr...ctions are only two minutes apart!”“Is this her first child?” asks the Doctor.“No!” he shouts, “this is her husband!”A blonde man is in jail, the guard looks in his cell and sees him hanging by his feet.“Just WHAT are you doing?” he asks.“Hanging myself,” the blonde replies.“The rope should be around your neck” says the guard.“I tried that,” he. She then returned to the waiting chair. The time for her punishment was now at hand. With the same tremulous smile, she gingerly mounted the chair, grasped the top of it for support, then bent and arched her back, thrusting her thinly clad bottom up and out, awaiting the overseer's cruel cane. She kept her knees close together, but the wispy black nylon offered a gauzy view of her private parts as she arched and offered her bottom. As she waited, she again began to move her buttocks in slow. Jenny tried to conceal another involuntary shudder."So tell me. What do you have of mine, then?" she asked, her voice perky as though trying to cheer herself up. Charlie smiled and moved a pile of grubby towels from a chair so she could sit down."I've got something I think you dropped" he said, reaching into a wooden cabinet behind him. He rummaged around for a few moments and Jenny started to get frustrated at his incompetent behaviour. He cursed a little under his breath then he snapped his. Some had even said we looked enough alike to pass as sisters rather than as mother and daughter. Something we had both come to laugh about, but finding flattery in as well. Me looking younger than my nearly twenty-year difference in age, and Sharon looking far more mature in hers. And something else we had established very early on, was an openness to discuss anything and everything. Something my husband Robert and I had also agreed on, to be open with our kids while growing up. And though we.