when you say, "Yes, please," your friend locks the car doors, and says, "Remember the time I asked you to help me move, and you said, no, and went fishing?" "Bye." And with that your friend drives away. Fortunately...
you check the text and see that it was sent from someone named 'Mildred.' That's not your late wife's name and you assume the person somehow misdialed. Unfortunately...
'Mildred' won't stop sending texts, and each subsequent text gets more and more threatening in tone, until you begin to fear for your personal safety. Fortunately . . .
the nudist camp dining hall has a large fireplace, and everyone gathers there to enjoy the warnth. After some discussion an impromptu, all night, duplicate bridge tournament breaks out. Unfortunately . . .
you get a paper cut from a playing card on a most unfortunate area of your body. You scream out and at the same time have a small accident on the beautiful cream dining hall carpet. DAMN, you wish you believed in bathrooms. Everyone stares at you and your cheeks turn red with shame. Fortunately,
you don't have your medical records with you and can't prove you've been immunized so you must remain quarantined with the other nudists for a full 21 days. Fortunately...
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