A conversation I had recently... actually, a one-sided dialogue I listened to. In a restaurant. With an elderly impressionable gentleman sporting a top hat at the next table. He may have had a cane.
“Laughter” denotes my contribution to the conversation.
“When I had sex with him my crotch broke.”
Laughter
“I was just out of practice.”
Laughter.
“Sex is healthy but you need to stay in practice. Otherwise your crotch breaks.”
Choking Laughter.
“But really, sex cures all. I had Strep Throat and I swear he fucked it out of me.”
Gagging Laughter.
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