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| Webmaster 2004-07-18, 9:32 am |
| What's this? A sex forum on examnotes.net?
No, it's just for fun and it will keep the "general" forum more focused on certifications.
Here is a funny post I found on one of the newsgroups.
Hand Job | |
| Boulware5 2004-07-18, 8:53 pm |
| Nice! I like the idea of an "adult" forum. Now if you could only re-enable the "search for new posts" option.  | |
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| Nice idea, and about time.(imho) Now if we could only get some of our political expert 'contributors' to re-educate themselves to post here instead of the General forum.....  | |
| sandy7000 2004-07-21, 8:22 pm |
| Hey, I resemble that remark! | |
| Gundyman 2004-08-21, 4:17 pm |
| So, we must talk dirty here!!! | |
| lseals 2004-08-21, 4:19 pm |
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Now if we could only get some of our political expert 'contributors' to re-educate themselves to post here instead of the General forum.....
Never going to happen, even as much as I would like it to. | |
| enforcer 2004-08-22, 3:52 pm |
| quote:
Originally posted by lseals
Never going to happen, even as much as I would like it to.
No matter, I will just move it here
you might just need a moderator for it though | |
| smalle 2004-08-24, 7:16 am |
| Subject: Sisters of St. Francis
>
> A man is driving down a deserted stretch of highway when he notices a
> sign out of the comer of his eye.....It reads:
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>
> SISTERS OF ST. FRANCIS
> HOUSE OF PROSTITUTION
> 10 MILES
>
>
> He thinks it was a figment of his imagination and drives on without a
> second thought......Soon he sees another sign, which says:
>
>
> SISTERS OF ST. FRANCIS
> HOUSE OF PROSTITUTION
> 5 MILES
>
>
> Suddenly, he begins to realize that these signs are for real....Then
> he drives past a third sign saying:
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>
> SISTERS OF ST.FRANCIS
> HOUSE OF PROSTITUTION
> NEXT RIGHT
>
> His curiosity gets the best of him and he pulls into the drive....On
> the far side of the parking lot is a stone building with a small sign
> next to the door reading:
>
> SISTERS OF ST. FRANCIS
>
> He climbs the steps and rings the bell....The door is answered by a
> nun in a long black habit who asks, "What may we do for you, my
> son?"....He answers, "I saw your signs along the highway, and was
> interested in possibly doing business.".....
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> "Very well, my son. Please follow me." ....He is led through many
> winding passages and is soon quite disoriented....The nun stops at a
> closed door and tells the man, Please knock on this door".............
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>
> He does as he is told and another nun in a long habit, holding a tin
> cup asnwers the door.....This nun instructs, "Please place $100 in
> the cup,then go through the large wooden door at the end of this
> hallway".......
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>
> He gets $100 out of his wallet and places it in the second nuns cup.....
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> He trots eagerly down the hall and slips throught the door, pulling
> it shut behind him........
>
> As the door locks behind him, he finds himself back in the parking
> lot, facing another small sign:
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>
> GO IN PEACE.
> YOU HAVE JUST BEEN
> SCREWED BY THE
> SISTERS OF ST. FRANCIS.
> SERVES YOU RIGHT,
> YOU SINNER. | |
| smalle 2004-08-24, 7:22 am |
| A woman stopped by unannounced at her recently married son's house. She rang the doorbell and walked in. She was shocked to see her daughter-in-law lying on the couch, totally naked. Soft music was playing, and the aroma of perfume filled the room. "What are you doing?" she asked. "I'm waiting for my husband to come home from work," the daughter-in-law answered. "But you're naked!" the mother-in-law exclaimed. "This is my love dress," the daughter-in-law explained. "Love dress? But you're naked!" "My husband loves me to wear this dress," she explained. "It excites him to no end. Every time he sees me in this dress, he instantly becomes romantic and ravages me for hours on end. He can't get enough of me." The mother-in-law left. When she got home, she undressed, showered, put-on her best perfume, dimmed the lights, put on a romantic CD, and laid on the couch waiting for her husband to arrive. Finally, her husband came home. He walked in and saw her laying there provocatively. "What are you doing?" he asked. "This is my love dress," she whispered, sensually. "Needs ironing," he said. "What's for dinner?" |
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