Go the blue, white and red!” he gleamed with pride.“When did you graduate?” I asked.“In 1975” He answered “Why do you ask?”“You were i... my class!” I exclaimed.He looked at me closely. Then, that ugly, old, bald, wrinkled faced, fat-arsed, grey-haired, decrepit son-of-a-birch asked “Oh Really? What did you teach?”This group is compliments of a Friend of J & G.A man dies ‘in the act’ after taking Viagra and rigor mortis has set into his private parts.The funeral director can’t get the coffin lid. Hotel ki baat sun kar maine use mana kar diya jisase who mujhse bahut gussa ho gaya aur mujhse baat bhi nahi kar raha tha mujhe apne upar bahut gussa aa raha tha aur maine Sameer se kaha ke thik hai hum bahar jayenge but sirf ek hi shart par ke tum mujhse koi bhi aisi waisi harkat nahi karoge usane promise kiya ke who koi bhi aisi waisi harkat nahi karega aur uske birthday wale din hum log udaypur gaye aur wahan par Sameer ne pahle se hi hotel me ek room book kar rakha tha hum us hotel me gaye. And, around eleven, pitiful little ole me realized it was the best evening I'd had since I'd been home at Christmas.Then the power went out just before midnight! And so the two of us ended up side by side, fully dressed, sleeping on my mattress which we'd taken from my bedroom and tossed on the floor in front of the fire. And the loser and pervert that I was I dreamed of how nice it would be if we were naked! Entwined. With me fully cocked! By my brother ... Sicko...Saturday, February 9th New. Wallace,” she says with a smile. She slowly walks over to my bedside. “Are you ready for your sponge bath?” “Oh, certainly, nurse,” I reply, already feeling the stiffness in my crotch. I sit up on the bed and just look at her for a minute, roving my eyes up and down her body. “But I think it would be better if I gave you a sponge bath.” She looks a little surprised and says, “Oh, Mr. Wallace, I don’t need a sponge bath. I’m not the patient here.” I nod, saying, “I know, but just trust me. Your.