Come on in.' She was used to our house and the fact that I was naked wasn't going to stop her from giving me a welcoming hug.'Guess you're glad to see...me, eh?''Naw, just got to pee.' She giggled and let me go get rid of some coffee. I told her to go fire up some fucking coffee for me and I'd be right back. I went and had a whiz and joined her in the kitchen. She asked where the Cat was and I told her still crashed. She followed me out onto the deck where we wouldn't disturb anyone still. .. any relation to Mercedes Benz?"Flight Attendant: "Yes sir, very close"Businessman: "How close?"Flight Attendant: "Same price"Absolutely clever and oddly truthful this ought to take some of the curse out of it.THE PULITZER COLONOSCOPYABOUT THE WRITER: Dave Barry is a Pulitzer Prize-winning humor columnist for the Miami Herald.Colonoscopy Journal:I called my friend Andy Sable, a gastroenterologist, to make an appointment for a colonoscopy.A few days later, in his office, Andy showed me a color. The cost of the drinks also meant that the queue for drinks in Central Pier was never very long. I was approached by a very attractive barmaid as soon as I leant on the bar.“What would you like?” she asked.I eyed her up and down. What was it that attracted me about all these busty blondes?“Well,” I drawled, “What I’d like, would get me thrown out of the club, so how about three bottled lagers—don’t care which, whatever you’ve got—and three vodka chasers.”“Coming up.” She bustled away to make up. She opened her one leg wide as an unintentional reaction. This gave me a clear view of her pussy and my boy is tearing out of my shorts. I removed my shorts and started to press it while watching her pussy and rubbing my hand on it. I slept that day after that. Next day it all started normally and I was eagerly waiting to get Night again.Night came as a long waiting for me and I wanted to try something more today. So I wanted her to sleep and started my work. I understood that she doesn’t wear.