Posts Tagged ‘blow job’
07
Aug

Slay.me Joke of the DayA truck driver sees a girl about to jump off a bridge so he stops.

“What are you  doing?” he says.

“I going to commit suicide,” she says.

“Well, before  you jump, why don’t you give me a blowjob.”

So, she does.

After she’s  finished, the trucker says, “Wow! That’s a wasted talent. Why are you committing suicide?”.

“My parents don’t like me dressing up like a girl……”

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23
Dec

Slay.me Joke of the DayOne day while on patrol a police officer pulled over a car for speeding.

He went up to the car and asked the driver to roll down her window.

The first thing he noticed, besides the nice red sports car was how hot the driver was! Drop dead blonde the works.

I’ve pulled you over for speeding ma’me…..could I see your drivers license…?

“…Whats a license…???” replied the blonde. instantly giving away the fact that she was as a stump.

Its usually in your wallet… replied the officer.

After fumbling for a few minutes the driver managed to find it. Now may I see your registration!!! Asked the cop.

Registration….whats that…?asked the blonde.

Its usually in your glove compartment said the cop impatiently after some more fumbling she found the registration. Ill be back in a minute..

the cop said and walked back to his car.  The officer phoned into the dispatch to run a check on the womans license and registration.

After a few moments the dispatcher came back. Ummm is this woman driving a red sports car.

Yes….Replied the officer.

Is she a drop dead gorgeous blonde? asked the dispatcher.

Uh…Yes replied the cop.

Heres what you do…..said the dispatcher.

Give her stuff back and drop your pants.

WHAT!!!?Icant do that. Its ……..inappropriate..exclaimed the cop.

Trust me….Just do it..said the dispatcher.

So the cop goes back to the car gives back the license and registration and drops his pants, just as the dispatcher said.

The blonde looks down and sighs….. Ohh no……not ANOTHER breathalyzer….

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29
Sep

Slay.me Joke of the DayDesperate for work, Paul decides to accept a job offer mining deep in Alaska. After a long journey he arrives at the mining camp, 200 miles from civilization. The camp is small, with only a handful of miners. He promptly meets up with the manager, and asks what his duties are.

“Firstly, you work six days of the week, every day except Saturday. Your primary duty is to help clear out the rubble, and dump it into the rock quarry down the road. The work isn’t easy, but you will get used to it. Also, you are on KP duty on Friday nights.”

Morning comes, and Paul goes to work. The work is hard, but he is strong enough that it isn’t a real problem.

However, by the time Thursday comes around, Paul is feeling kind of lonely. With the nearest women 200 miles away, he can’t imagine how the other miners endure from day to day. So, he approaches the manager.

“What do you want?” asks the manager.

“Well, the work itself is fine, and I have no complaints about it, but … well sir, I wonder what the other miners do for women around here?”

“Ah. Say no more. Let me show you something.”

The manager leads Paul into the mine, and turns down an unfamiliar passage. He continues on deeper into the mine into older and older tunnels until he finally stops at the end of a tunnel which must be well over a hundred years old. At the end is a barrel.

The manager says: “The other miners use this.”

“What?”

“Well, you see that knot hole? Try it out.”

Paul is decidedly skeptical about the idea, but he is desperate, so he gives it a shot. He absolutely can’t believe the results. He practically busts a nut–the best damned blow job he’s ever gotten.

Well, Friday comes around, and the work is getting him down, so he goes back to the barrel to try it again. Wow! This time the blow job is even better than last time. Truly unbelievable!

So, after a long day, and KP duty that night, Paul sleeps in on Saturday. He gets up at 11 and really feels great. He can’t think of much to do, so he heads off to visit the barrel. On his way to the mine, he bumps into the manager, who asks him:

“What are you doing here?”

“It’s my day off …”

“Day off? Hell no! It’s your turn in the barrel.”

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