Friday, March 14, 2008


Yesterday, The Wife and I had a lovely lunch. As we walked back to our car, we were startled by the blast of a train whistle. It sounded alarmingly nearby, however, we were in the middle of town and there are no tracks for miles. It did not take long to identify the source. Behold, a Ford F-350, the biggest Ford pick-up truck available, with the highest lift kit one could purchase and the largest wheel/tire combination one could possibly fit under the well. And, you guessed it, the horn had been replaced with a train whistle. We looked on, with furrowed brow, as this behemoth found a parking space and out hops a very short man, with his designer sunglasses, hair slicked back and collar popped.

Would anyone like to venture a guess as to how small his penis is?

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