“Want to see my turtle?”
“Is that some kind of euphemism?”
“Why is it that when a man talks to a woman all of a sudden everything is fraught with double meanings? It’s not all about me trying to get in your pants.”
“So it’s not a euphemism?”
“No.”
“It’s a real turtle? And not something weird like you wearing a big fake turtle shell on your back and crawling around?”
“No, it’s a real turtle. Would you like to see it?”
“I don’t like turtles.”
Nobody wants to see your turtle.
ReplyDeletePhilistine.
ReplyDeleteWow. I don't check your blog for a few days and the format changes. This is less bland. I depend on you to be bland!
ReplyDeleteJust kidding.
Blogger finally served up some new blog templates after several years of the same old crap, so I went wild with a redesign instead of mothballing the thing like I intended.
ReplyDeleteI thought you were talking about your member again...but I wouldn't call it a turtle
ReplyDeleteDo you have a turtle? Can we see it?
ReplyDeleteNo, no turtles these days.
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