WHO SAYS ROMANCE IS DEAD?
(Thanks to Unholy Slacker)
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October 25, 2012
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She sounds like she enjoyed life.
I heard a preacher once give a sermon where he said, "There is no sex in Heaven."
I kind of wondered which team he was rooting for.
Posted by: Steve | October 25, 2012 at 09:57 AM
That article may well contain the cheesiest set of sexual puns so far this year.
Posted by: Omniskeptic | October 25, 2012 at 10:23 AM
A Serbian guy named Milan
Had his wife's lady bits carved upon
The stone on her grave.
Of her parts, 'twas his fave.
When it came, it was great. Now it's gone.
Posted by: Ford79 | October 25, 2012 at 10:26 AM
*snork* @ Ford
P.S. For some reason, the following tune spontaneously erupted in my brain when I read this. Don't thank me, folks:
"If you leave me now, you'll take away the biggest part of me..."
Posted by: Betsy | October 25, 2012 at 10:29 AM
now if you were this woman's brother, would you kick this guy's ass or what?
Posted by: mudstuffin | October 25, 2012 at 10:44 AM
The guy's wife wuz (apparently) in her 70s, and she wuz "late"? ... um ... Wowser ... better call Guinness ... or call FOR a Guinness ...
Posted by: O the Umanity | October 25, 2012 at 11:14 AM
It's already in his will, his stone will be an obelisk.
Posted by: Loudmouth | October 25, 2012 at 11:18 AM
Also, there is something very wrong about the phrase, "pound her vagina into stone".
Posted by: Loudmouth | October 25, 2012 at 11:19 AM
Which reminds me, haven't played my Dr. Hook stuff in a while.
Posted by: Jan in Grimsby | October 25, 2012 at 11:29 AM
I hope they had the decency not to sing " Make Me A Channel Of Your Piece " at the graveside ceremony.
Posted by: Clankie | October 25, 2012 at 12:26 PM
A wombstone?
Posted by: Layzeeboy | October 25, 2012 at 12:44 PM
Rosebud.
Posted by: MikeyVA | October 25, 2012 at 12:54 PM
snif...so romantic...
Posted by: Dmentd | October 25, 2012 at 01:08 PM
Gives "getting one's rocks off" a whole new meaning . . .
Milan couldn't face being alone.
With wife gone and no one to bone.
He so missed her snatch
on her tomb would he scratch
And her p*ssy was carved into stone.
Posted by: bonmot | October 25, 2012 at 01:33 PM
The poem above is funny. Too terrible.
Posted by: Theresa | October 25, 2012 at 01:56 PM
For an extra 500 bucks, the engraver offered to make it scratch-n-sniff.
Posted by: World's Oldest Living Brain Donor | October 25, 2012 at 02:19 PM
"Hi Mom, You can understand why I only visit your grave at night, and cover it with this moo-moo before we talk..."
Posted by: HogsAteMySister | October 25, 2012 at 02:51 PM
*snorks* @ all you cunning linguists!
Posted by: ligirl | October 25, 2012 at 03:30 PM
The Vagina Monolith.
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | October 25, 2012 at 03:36 PM
Good one, MTB!
Posted by: bonmot | October 25, 2012 at 03:53 PM
Could open a whole new genre: twart.
Posted by: Cheesewiz | October 25, 2012 at 03:59 PM
Rest in piece.
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | October 25, 2012 at 06:01 PM