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Boy likes blonde girl

Sumeet Soni — Fri, 05 Feb 2010 06:39:54 +0000

A teenage boy managed to persuade his dad to loan him his car.
He takes his gorgeous blond girlfriend out for a drive.
He parks it in a dark, leafy lane and they start kissing and cuddling in the front seat.

After a while he is getting passionate and says, “How about you hop into the back seat.”
“No” she protests.

They continue to kiss and cuddle and he is getting even more passionate and he is even keener to get her in the back seat.

“Don’t you think it is time to hop into the back seat?” he asks her again.
“No, I have told you I don’t want to go” she protests again.

Again they kiss and cuddle and his passion is even stronger and he is desperate to get her in the back seat.
He begs her to go into the back seat.
“No, I’ve told you I don’t want to go” she protests again.

“But why not?” he asks.

“I want to stay here in the front seat, with you!”

Boy: I would go to the end of the world for you!

Sumeet Soni — Sun, 29 Mar 2009 04:19:11 +0000

Girl: Yes, but would you stay there??

Boy: I love you and I could die for you!

Sumeet Soni — Wed, 25 Mar 2009 17:50:16 +0000

Girl: How soon??

Girl: Darling, I want to dance like this forever.

Sumeet Soni — Wed, 25 Mar 2009 17:47:13 +0000

Boy: Don’t you ever want to improve..??

Girl: I think the poorest people are the happiest.

Sumeet Soni — Wed, 25 Mar 2009 17:46:07 +0000

Boy: Then marry me and we’ll be the happiest couple

Girl: If we become engaged will you give me a ring?

Sumeet Soni — Wed, 25 Mar 2009 17:43:45 +0000

Boy: Sure, what’s your phone number?

Girl: Say you love me! Say you love me!

Sumeet Soni — Wed, 25 Mar 2009 17:40:52 +0000

Boy: You love me…

Boy: May I hold your hand?

Sumeet Soni — Wed, 25 Mar 2009 17:39:06 +0000

Girl: No thanks, it isn’t heavy.

Woman, man, kid and uncle John..

Sumeet Soni — Wed, 18 Mar 2009 18:57:46 +0000

The woman had been away for two days visiting a sick friend in another city. When she returned, her little boy greeted her by saying, “Mommy, guess what! Yesterday I was playing in the closet in your bedroom and daddy came into the room with the lady next door and they got undressed and got into your bed and then daddy got on top of her…”

Sonny’s mother held up her hand. “Not another word. Wait till your father comes home and then I want you to tell him exactly what you’ve just told me.”

The father came home. As he walked into the house, his wife said, “I’m leaving you. I’m packing now and I’m leaving you.” “But why–” asked the startled father. “Go ahead, Sonny. Tell daddy just what you told me.”

“Well,” Sonny said, “I was playing in your bedroom closet and daddy came upstairs with the lady next door and they got undressed and got into bed and daddy got on top of her and then they did just what you did with uncle John when daddy was away last summer.”

A letter from a Santa’s mother to her son…

Sumeet Soni — Tue, 10 Mar 2009 02:52:15 +0000

My dear Lotta,

I am in a well here and hoping you are also in a well there. I’m writing this letter slowly, because I know you cannot read fast. We don’t live where we did when you left home. Your dad read in the newspaper that most accidents happen within 20 miles from home, so we moved 25 miles away and are safe now.

I won’t be able to send the address as Banta who stayed here took the house numbers with him for his new house so he would not have to change his address. Hopefully by next week we will be able to take our earlier address plate here, and that our address will remain same too.

This place is really nice. It even has a washing machine, situated right above the toilet I’m not sure it works too well. Last week I put in 3 shirts, pulled the chain and haven’t seen them since.

The weather here isn’t too bad. It rained only twice last week. The first time it rained for 3 days and second time for 4 days.

The coat you wanted me to send you, your Aunt said it would be a little too heavy to send in the mail with all the metal buttons, so we cut them off and put them in the pocket.

Your father has another job. He has 500 men under him. He is cutting the grass at the cemetery.

Your sister had a baby this morning. I haven’t found out whether it is a girl or a boy, so I don’t know whether you are an Aunt or Uncle.

Your uncle, Beppo Singh fell in! the nearby well. Some men tried to pull him out, but he fought them off bravely and drowned. We cremated him and he burned for three days.

Your best friend, Genda Singh, is no more. He died trying to fulfill his father’s last wishes. His father had wished to be buried in the sea after he died. And your friend died while in the process of digging a grave for his father.

There isn’t much more news this time. Nothing much has happened.

Love Mom.

P.S: Lotta, I was going to send you some money but by the time I realized, I had already posted off this letter.