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Skriven 2006-07-13 05:38:41 av George Pope (1:153/715.1275)
     Kommentar till en text av Greg Sears
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On (12 Jul 06) Greg Sears wrote to All...
 GS>        T H E   M O O S E   R O U T I N E
 GS>
 GS> I was hunting in upstate New York, and I shot a moose and I strapped
 GS> him
 GS> onto the fender of my car and I'm driving home along the West Side
 GS> Highway, but what I didn't realize was that the bullet did not
 GS> penetrate
 GS> the moose. It just creased his scalp, knocking him unconscious.  And
 GS> I'm
 GS> driving through the Holland Tunnel and the moose woke up.

Yeah, Woody Allen was a funny guy before he started fucking his
step-daughter!

Incest is the best -- just so long as you keep it in the family!


There once was a brother and a sister, fraternal twins, who were approaching
their high school graduation. It was getting near prom night and neither of
them had a date for it.

So one day, the girl approached her brother and said, "Hey, you got a date
for the prom yet?"

He said, "No, why?  You got someone lined up for me?"

"You might say that. Why don't you take me to the prom?"

"Take you? You kidding? You're my sister!" he exclaimed.

"Well, are you taking somebody else out?"

"You know I don't have a date, Sis."

"And neither do I. But we both want to go to the prom, don't we?" Her brother
nodded. She continued, "So we should go with each other."

The brother can't see anything wrong with her reasoning, so he told his
sister that if neither of them has a date by Wednesday evening, he would take
her to the prom.

Wednesday evening rolled around. Neither of the siblings has a date, so the
brother told his sister that he'd take her to the prom on Friday.

At the prom, both of them have a good time. The brother is glad that his
sister talked him into taking her. Then, while he was standing at the punch
bowl, his sister came up to him, "Hey, bro, let's dance."

He looked around to make sure that nobody heard her, "Look, Sis, this is the
Senior Prom, okay?  I'm not going to dance with my own sister at the prom,
okay?"

"Don't be so shy. Look, Jimmy Elder is dancing with his cousin. So why can't
you dance with your sister?"

"Oh . . . all right."

So they danced a slow number. The rest of the prom passed and it was time to
go. Both of them have had a good time.  In the car, with the brother at the
wheel, the sister looked over at him and said, "I don't want to go straight
home." He gave her a curious look and said, "What are we going to do
instead?"

"Oh, I don't know. Just drive around."

He agreed, and after they had driven around a while, out in the country, she
looked over at him again and said, "Want to find some place to park?"

"Hell," he said, "Are you crazy? You're my sister, I'm not going parking with
you!"

"Who said anything about 'going parking'? Let's just pull over somewhere and
talk for a while, okay? It's been a busy year for both of us; how long has it
been since we've had a chance to talk to each other?"

So she finally talked her brother into pulling the car over on a secluded
back road, and after a few minutes of idle talk, she looked over at him
again.

"Hey . . . " she said.

"What?"

"Why don't you kiss me?"

"You've been suggesting a lot of weird things lately, you know that? I'm not
going to kiss you, you're my sister!" And he reached for the ignition switch
to start the car.

She reached out and took his hand. "I know I'm your sister. You've mentioned
that a lot lately. And you're my brother. And don't we love each other? Why
shouldn't we kiss if we feel like it?" She kissed him on the cheek and he
kissed her back. After a few minutes of kissing, she whispered in his ear,
"Come on. Let's do it."

"Do what?" said her brother, but he had a good idea of what his sister had in
mind.

"You know what," his sister replied.

"I can't do that with you, you're my . . . " His voice trailed off.

While he was on top of her, his sister murmured, "You know, you're a lot
lighter than Dad."

"I know," said her brother. "Mom told me."


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