There was dead silence at the Mensa table.Kinda reminds ya of the government, doesn’t it.Solutions to our problems should be so simple, but the bril...iant minds in Ottawa/Washington always seem to make them so difficult.Some controversial thoughts from J & B“A gun is like a parachute. If you need one, and don’t have one, you’ll probably never need one again.”The definition of the word Conundrum is: something that is puzzling or confusing.Here are six Conundrums of socialism in the United States. Two subjects were put into separate and isolatedbooths, and each booth was equipped with a button. Each subject wasgiven the following choice: do you, or do you not, press the buttonbefore you?If both subjects failed to press his button, both subjects genders'would be reversed, for a short duration: six months only. The reversalwould be mild, barely noticeable, and almost androgynous. If bothsubjects pressed their buttons, their genders would each be reversedmore strongly, and for four. Oh yeah, oh god she's good. My little white slut is fucking me with her tongue. Go on, eat my black cunt. Get me wet for your son's cock."My mother licked the black woman's pussy until Latisha pushed her head away. "Don't be sad," she taunted my mother. "You'll get to eat me a lot. But now I want to fuck your son. Go on, do the honors ... stick his dick in me."I was amazed that Latisha used the same expression Mr. Jackson had earlier. But that thought was short-lived when my mother got onto her. Why are we sneaking? There's nobody here but us. There's not going to be anybody here but us, but we sneak anyway. As soon as the door to the office is locked behind us, we begin to disrobe witha slow-burn pace. Our clothes are so wet that we have to peel them off inside out to get out of them. First comes your shirt. Bye Mickey. Your simple black bra looks perfect against your skin. It accents your ebony hair flawlessly. We kiss again as I reach behind you to unhook your bra (one-handed ladies.