another joke

[thick]

> Nick the Dragon Slayer had a long-standing
> obsession to nuzzle the beautiful Queen's voluptuous
> breasts, but he
> knew
> the penalty for this would be death.
>
> One day he revealed his secret desire to his
> colleague, Horatio the Physician, who was the King's
> chief doctor.
>
> Horatio the Physician exclaimed that he could
> arrange for Nick the Dragon Slayer to satisfy his
> desire, but it would
> cost
> him 1,000 gold coins to arrange it. Without pause,
> Nick the Dragon
> Slayer
> agreed.
>
> The next day, Horatio the Physician made a batch of
> itching powder and
> poured a little bit into the Queen's brassiere while
> she bathed.
> Soon she dressed; the itching commenced and grew
> intense.
> Upon being summoned to the Royal Chambers to address
> this incident,
> Horatio
> the Physician informed the King and Queen that only a
> special saliva,
> if applied for four hours, would cure this type of
> itch, and that tests
> had shown that only the saliva of Nick the Dragon
> Slayer would work as
> the
> antidote to cure the itch. The King quickly summoned
> Nick the Dragon
> Slayer.
> Horatio the Physician then slipped Nick the Dragon
> Slayer the antidote
> for the itching powder, which he quickly put it into
> his mouth, and
> for the
> next four hours Nick worked passionately on the
> Queen's magnificent
> breasts.
>
> The Queen's itching was eventually relieved, and Nick
> the Dragon Slayer
> left satisfied and touted as a hero. Upon returning
> to his chamber,
> Nick
> the Dragon
> Slayer found Horatio the Physician demanding his
> payment of 1,000 gold
> coins.
> With his obsession now satisfied, Nick the Dragon
> Slayer couldn't have
> cared
> less, and knowing that Horatio the Physician could
> never report this
> matter
> to the King, shooed him away with no payment made.
>
> The next day, Horatio the Physician slipped a massive
> dose of the same
> itching powder into the King's loincloth.
>
> The King immediately summoned Nick the Dragon Slayer.
>
>
> MORAL OF THE STORY: Pay your Doctor bills.
>
>
>

 

[Chip Bronson]

lmfao... good one thick. pay the bill, or lick the cock-piece... lol...

 

[dolfe1]

Funny I have smiliar one let me see if I can find it.

 

[Turbo1]

LMAO...nice thick

 

[esco]

only you thick! good one bro.

 

[dolfe1]

Heaven or Hell
One day in the future, George Bush has a heart attack and dies.

He immediately goes to hell, where the devil is waiting for him.
"I don't know what to do," says the devil. "You are on my list, but I have no room for you. You definitely have to stay here, so I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I've got some folks here who weren't quite as bad as you. I'll let one of them go, but you have to take their place. I'll even let YOU decide who leaves."

Bush thought that sounded pretty good, so the devil opened the first room. In it was Ronald Reagan and a large pool of water. He kept diving in and surfacing empty handed. Over and over and over. Such was his fate in hell.
"No," George said. "I don't think so. I'm not a good swimmer and I don't think I could do that all day long."

The devil led him to the next room. In it was Richard Nixon with a sledge hammer and a room full of rocks. All he did was swing that hammer, time after time after time."No, I've got this problem with my shoulder. I would be in constant agony if all I could do was break rocks all day," commented George.

The devil opened a third door. In it, Bush saw Bill Clinton, lying on the floor with his arms staked over his head, and his legs staked in a spread eagle pose. Bent over him was Monica Lewinsky, doing what she does best. Bush took this in disbelief and finally said, "Yea, I can handle this."

The devil smiled and said "OK, Monica, you're free to go."

 

[THL]

only you thick! good one bro.

Hmmm, my doctor is a pretty fine looking woman. Still, I don't think I would want to spend 4 hours "happy licking" on her itchy vulva.

 

[THL]

Good one dolfe

 

[thick]

lol, way to redeem yourself dolfe