LA_MERC_Dragonlady[s]
September 24th, 2007, 06:31 PM
Morning Love making
>
>Tyrone asked his work buddy, Robert, one morning, "Man, why you
>always so damn happy when you come to work every day?"
>
>Robert replied, "That's because I make love to my wife every morning
>before work."
>
>Amazed, Tyrone asked him how he gets his wife to make love to him
>every morning.
>
>"That's easy," Robert said. "I just tell her this little poem that I
>made up. She loves it!.
>
>It goes like this: "Blond hair, blond hair, eyes so blue. I love
>waking up and making love to you!"
>
>Tyrone said, "Man, you white guys are so damn sentimental."
>But he decided it wouldn't hurt to give it a try. So he spent the
>rest of the day thinking of a poem for his wife.
>T he next day Tyrone showed up to work just beat to hell, bruised
>eyes, broken nose, fat lip, the works!!
>
>Robert asked, "Man, what happened to you?!"
>
>Tyrone said, "I don't know, man. I went home and tried your advice. I
>just told her a poem."
>
>" Well, what poem did you tell her?"
>
>Tyrone said:
> "Nappy head, nappy head, eyes like a frog. If 'n I could
>r oll your fat ass over, I'd hump you like a dog!"
>
>Tyrone asked his work buddy, Robert, one morning, "Man, why you
>always so damn happy when you come to work every day?"
>
>Robert replied, "That's because I make love to my wife every morning
>before work."
>
>Amazed, Tyrone asked him how he gets his wife to make love to him
>every morning.
>
>"That's easy," Robert said. "I just tell her this little poem that I
>made up. She loves it!.
>
>It goes like this: "Blond hair, blond hair, eyes so blue. I love
>waking up and making love to you!"
>
>Tyrone said, "Man, you white guys are so damn sentimental."
>But he decided it wouldn't hurt to give it a try. So he spent the
>rest of the day thinking of a poem for his wife.
>T he next day Tyrone showed up to work just beat to hell, bruised
>eyes, broken nose, fat lip, the works!!
>
>Robert asked, "Man, what happened to you?!"
>
>Tyrone said, "I don't know, man. I went home and tried your advice. I
>just told her a poem."
>
>" Well, what poem did you tell her?"
>
>Tyrone said:
> "Nappy head, nappy head, eyes like a frog. If 'n I could
>r oll your fat ass over, I'd hump you like a dog!"