Do I physically accommodate you these days
What
Would you say that I intensify your inner being
Intensy what
Do I subjugate your very person
Is this bed talk, cos you know I’m a simple fellow
Do you still have the same propensity towards my body as you used to have
Okay, think I know this word, sex in the woods, am I right
Would you say you’re sharp and sententious
If that means well endowed, defo
I don’t mind you being thick
Length and girth, womans dream
Dumb
Of course he’s dumb, too much talk
I mean you, you are dumb
What, wow, no need for insults
Last night in the bar
I was with you last night
Were you
Do believe I was sitting beside you, I’m the handsome guy
Sure you weren’t staring down the barmaids blouse all night
Actually, at times I thought you were bloody breast feeding
How much was the bill last night
What’s that got to do with it
Just asking
Don’t know, hundred, hundred and fifty
Nothing
What
She’s not the barmaid; she’s the owner. I deliver there, usually a bit extra, get it
Loud and clear, you’re an entrepreneur
That means big boy, doesn’t it
It sure does, big boy; let's go.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Humor
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Comments6
Much like a comedy of errors! A fun read.
Simple is happeness it seems.
Bar talk the most grounded poetic talk. Nicely done Paul, felt I was there.
He's a happy guy.
That's what counts
You are a wasted talent, mate.
Taxman says that about my tax return.
Enjoy your humor
You need a laugh these days.
Paul, this is the funniest argument for carrying a dictionary I have ever read. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Definitely, the dictionary was a must for this one.
There’s a damn funny verbal sparring match here, because the inflated language keeps crashing into the bloke’s gloriously literal interpretation of everything, especially the way he translates “subjugate,” “propensity,” and “sententious” straight into sex and body talk. The ending is the keeper for me, because the barmaid/owner revelation suddenly reframes the whole conversation, and “you’re an entrepreneur” becomes the perfect deadpan excuse for getting the hell out of there.
This is why us guys only use one side our brain.
Think how dangerous we would be using both sides. lol
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