tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36201662.post4078189344660042809..comments2023-10-16T03:21:54.638-04:00Comments on Pete Patriarch's Musings: Science proves what we already knewPete Patriarchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10040331326894128280noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36201662.post-33557923898282318302007-05-17T07:45:00.000-04:002007-05-17T07:45:00.000-04:00Dear Pete, Excellent work here! Hope to w...Dear Pete,<BR/> Excellent work here! Hope to work with you closer in the future. Are you interested in being one of our DJs in the future?<BR/><BR/>Please let us know through our contact page,<BR/><BR/>The Honor NetworkAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36201662.post-7416385451277362202007-05-14T11:15:00.000-04:002007-05-14T11:15:00.000-04:00There is a missing phrase in those sentences. When...There is a missing phrase in those sentences. When they describe how married women lose interest in sex, it should say, "...WITH THEIR HUSBANDS!"<BR/><BR/>I certainly learned from my counseling work with divorced fathers that those cold prunes can certainly jump into bed -- or a dumpster -- or in a dry spot in the bushes -- or on the large meeting table in a company meeting room -- with some other guy, and their cries and moans of pleasure can be heard for a block around.<BR/><BR/>This is a gross story, but a true story told me maybe 30+ years ago by a work buddy. He said shortly after he moved to our state to work in a high-tech electronic factory, he worked with a fiend who constantly complained that her husband thought about nothing but sex. (Yeah, you vicious fiend, of course he did, since he wasn't getting any.)<BR/><BR/>He did not explain how it came about, but one night he found himself in a car with her and another young man. For two hours, the guys took turns driving around the country side near the city to avoid suspicion.<BR/><BR/>The guy who wasn't driving was in the back seat with her, her feet were nearly touching opposite sides of the car, and she was moaning deep in her throat for the entire two hours, until, in his terms, "we didn't have enough liquid left in us to spit".<BR/><BR/>Oh, on the meeting table comment. a few years before we retired, a bunch of male techs and our female repair operators were in a meeting in a company meeting room. One of the guys shouted, "Hey, look at the butt marks on the table."<BR/><BR/>Ground into the varnished table was perfect signs of a female rear end in rapid and passionate motion. God, it was gross!<BR/><BR/>The table was removed that very day for refinishing. Interestingly, the department secretary had control of that key, so management had to know exactly who the fiend was, who ground butt marks in the varnish of the department meeting table.<BR/><BR/>Anonymous age 65Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com