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Stuffing Her Bras

Stuffing Her Bras

My late friend and I would discuss our wives breasts and he'd get mad enough to kill.
I would always say that his wife's breasts are fake and my wife's breasts were real.
He gave me a good beating, I thought I'd die before he was through.
He was very angry because I called his wife's breasts Kleenex tissues.
He beat me senseless, I was bleeding because it got rough.
I told him that it didn't change the fact that his wife stuffs.
He told me that he was sick of hearing my big mouth as I was being hit.
His wife really does stuff her bras but it was something he wouldn't admit.
My late friend got revenge, he operated on my wife because he was a Chiropractor.
He performed breast reduction surgery on her and I ran over him with my tractor.
My wife was hysterical and asked me why as I was being placed under arrest.
I said that would be the last time that thief would steal a woman's breasts.
 

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