”A weasel walks into a bar.The Bartender says, “Wow, I’ve never served a weasel before. What can I get you?”“Pop,” goes the weasel.Many th...nks to J & B for the following.Politically Correct Christmas MusicI saw that some radio stations are refusing to play “Baby It’s Cold Outside,” because a handful of hysterical people have lost their minds.Why stop there? Here are some other holiday classics that should also definitely be banned...I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus: condones cheatingThe. Her skin glistened with sweat from the heat of the firelight and her own trembling. Her hair was bound up on her head, showing the graceful curves of her neck and shoulders. He had left her like this, after first forcing her to strip naked in front of him. He had put the collar and bracelets on her, his eyes holding her in a trance, attaching the chains of bondage. At his command, she knelt before him. Her slender hands trembled as she reached up to part the folds of his robe. Her mouth slack,. She spread her milky-white smooth thighs as he joined her and gave him the gentlest of prodding, sufficient to make her ravenous special hunger know. "Kiss me down there, Jerry," she whispered, as if afraid to give voice to her forbidden passions. -He lowered his head to the fragrantly-perfumed cleft between her nakedly-splayed thighs and parted with his fingertips the light fleece-like pubic hair; he was close enough to feel the steaming heat of her aroused womanhood. "Hurry, Jerry... kiss me. " Charmingly, as you see. I am come to talk to you about a thousand things; but, first tell me, were you going out or just returned?" I was going out, sir." Then, in order not to hinder you, I will get up with you if you please in your carriage, and Tom shall follow with my phaeton in tow." No," said the count, with an imperceptible smile of contempt, for he had no wish to be seen in the young man's society, --"no; I prefer listening to you here, my dear M. Andrea; we can chat better in-doors,.