Two friends got together for their monthly, ' girl's night out' . Both were faithful and loving wives, in stable marriages. They hit the town hard, danced away most of the night, and finished up at their neighborhood bar. In the process, they had become a little drunk, and were unable to drive themselves home. After turning down numerous offers for a ride, from the many inebriated males in the joint, they decided to walk home.
On the way home, the urge to pee became so overwhelming, that they were forced to stop in the nearby cemetery. Having nothing to wipe with, the first lady decided to use her panties. Her friend however, was wearing a rather expensive pair of panties and did not want to ruin them. She looked around, and spotted a grave having a wreath, with a ribbon on it, squatted over it, and proceeded to wipe with the ribbon. After the girls finished peeing, they laughed about it ,while stumbling the rest of the way home.
The next day, one of the women's husbands was concerned, because his normally sweet and innocent wife was still in bed hung over. He phoned the other husband and said "These damn 'girl's night outs' have got to stop! I'm starting to suspect the worst. Last night, my wife came home with no panties!"
"That's nothing! ", said the other husband, "Mine came home, with a card stuck between the crack of her butt , that said "From all of us at the Fire Station. We'll never forget you."
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Funny Stuff!!!!
I've never, ever been able to master the squatpee. I tried it once in some woods & made a huge mess.
Nym, were you wearing panties?
Now that's a good question bob, ya fucker!
wesley, I see they let you out of jail again. Make sure you stay out for the holidays, this year.
I was wearing panties that day. What a mistake. I've sworn them off ever since.
Nym, I don't wear them either.
Willow, that was not my uncle Ernie. That was my cousin Ilsa. She is an exchange badger, visiting from the Isle of Lesbos. I had a hunch that something was not quite right, and of all people, it had to be you, who confirmed it.
Uncle Ernie, we now believe , was captured by the lizzies.
The squat pee is tricky. It's important to make sure to squat on slight hill so the pee runs down away from you and doesn't form a puddle around your feet. (Don't forget to make sure your feet are as far apart as you can get em.)
Maybe the wife really did make a trip the to fire station. You never know.
As for the squat & pee thing, it's next to impossible to pull off. Men have it made in that aspect.
Jt, is wind ever a factor?
Bh, the fire station thing,Are you speaking from personal experience?
I just got home from playing ice-hockey, and have to wind down, but why are you ladies up at this time of night?
Badgerbob, if you don't wear panties, then what do you do with the 4 feet of badgermeat hanging down your leg?
LMFAO at Willow's comments. Damn girl. You are hilarious.
Willow, I only left that comment based on one Badgerbob left on my blog about the generous amount of badgermeat dangling between his legs. Am I to understand that Badgerbob may have been...*gasp*...exaggerating????
Nym, your first post was spot on. I usually curl it around my midsection. It allows me to occasionaly infiltrate areas, disguised as a pot bellied pig. Just another of my many marvels.
Willow, maybe those stray cats, who stare at you all day, are having some effect on your mental state.
Money well spent afterall.
Bh, I think it's time to find some strays in the land of oranges. See willow's recent post.
Nym, i'm afraid your worst fears have come true. I weighed in this morning at 3lbs and 8ounces. Still, it's a formidable weapon by any standard.
So you exaggerated? *sniffs* And I was so smitten. Guess I'm going to have to go find a wombat or something. Gee, I'm crushed.
Sorry to read that you've been exbadgerating again...happy to read a joke, though!
Nym,Wombats? Say it ain't so.
Shan, I start out with the best intentions of being truthful, but somewhere things usually get twisted and end up as a lie. I blame willow and Bh. Tomorrow, I will pass the blame on to someone else.
Or it could be a half-man, half-animal kind of thing.
You think that a wombat would be a bad choice? I just feel so...so...disappointed...
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