Once I finished the third drink I got tipsy so I told the group that I had over done it and was going to call it a night. When I stood up it was obvio...s I was far more tipsy than I had realized. Someone in the group suggested I let someone walk me to my room. Immediately my new friend volunteered to walk with me and we left the group.We took the elevator up, got off and walked to the door. At that point I realized we were at his room not mine. When he opened the door I asked what we were doing. We both laughed as drunk guys do when talking about women. When we got around to the back of the house with the wood,we noticed the girls weren't there.Looking at each other we both said "Must be in the bathroom." As everyone knows girls can't seem to go by themselves . We got the fire started within a couple of minutes and still no girls.By now our interest on how long it takes a girl to pee got the better of us.We went looking for them. We went through the house and got to the bathroom. "You have cross a great power; it won't be easy to break the spell, but if I fail your life shall be forfeit," she told him."Hey, I don't really believe in this mambo jumbo stuff," he said."I mean I was just a ordinary man, then one day the shit hit the fan. Everything started going wrong. Then I was told to come here," the man cried out as he held his face in his hands. On the swampThe old woman led her to the shack. It was a strange looking place, with dried herbs, roots, dried parts of. That they weren't good enough wives: it was all her fault. And in those cases, Chanazene knew it wasn't true. They were good enough it was their husbands who needed to 'be improved'.If it wasn't that, it was the other way, with the wife standing haughtly, sissifying her husband, because no one, would ever be good enough for her, unless he was like Mel Gibson and the money that would come with it. She would feel pity, if she could feel pity, for those husbands, once they were released. If they.
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