What are you accusing me of?”“I don’t know. I just don’t know too many straight dudes that hang out so much with a sissy.”“Hey, you ain’... gotta call him no names! What?!?!? Do you think I’m fuckin’ him.”“Well…”“You’re a fuckin’ mess. I’m heading out.”“Where are you going? It's eleven thirty-five,” she demanded.“You ain’t gotta worry about it. But I’m not going to fuck E! I’ll be back in the morning.”“Which bitch you going to see then?”“None of your business!”Durrell had slammed the door as he. Mom had to put together legaldocumentation for me and we had to figure out my future if I was to haveone. For whatever reason, she felt we could skip me a grade ahead. Shealmost made it two years, but in the end she felt just one would allowfor a little extra socialization and make me not stand out too much.The way Mom had it figured, with a one-year headstart, I'd have one lessyear to suffer through in school, I'd be a little closer to the advancedpost-college education I'd once had, and. C.!W. C. FieldsRemember "I" before "E," except in Budweiser.Professor Irwin CoreyTo some it's a six-pack, to me it's a Support Group. Salvation in a can!Leo DurocherOne night at Cheers (TV Sitcom), Cliff Clavin said to his buddy, Norm Peterson:"Well, ya see, Norm, it's like this...A herd of buffalo can only move as fast as the slowest buffalo. And when the herd is hunted, it is the slowest and weakest ones at the back that are killed first. This natural selection is good for the herd as a. The smell was intoxicating, making my cock begin to stiffen again, the thought of how turned on she must have been earlier adding to the thrill. Paula could see my jeans begin to bulge and smiled coyly. "You seem to be enjoying sniffing my panties cowboy, how about the real thing?" She headed towards the bedroom and lay on the bed, spreading her legs as wide as her skirt would allow. I followed her into the room and knelt down on the floor before the bed. I leaned in towards her and kissed her.