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- paraselene0
eep!
here's a similar idea:
so this flea (let's call him jake, shall we?) is hanging out in boston and it's january and he's suffered through a particularly long and unpleasant winter. up rocks a mate of his, joe, that he hasn't seen since october, looking tanned and happy. jake says, 'what gives? where the hell have you been all winter long?' and joe replies, 'i went down to florida, man. it's the greatest.' well, jake, as you can imagine, is rather surprised at this information, and asks, 'how did you get all the way to florida?' so joe explains, 'well, i go to the airport and find a stewardess and nestle right down in her punanni and have a little nap. then i wake up in sunny ft. lauderdale and i'm laughing.' jake, being a flea of wisdom, reckons this is a pretty good idea, so he and joe decide to go back to florida for the remaining winter months. well, just as he said, joe gets off the plane in florida, rested and relaxed and heads down to the beach for a few mai-tais and some harmless letchery. no sign of jake anywhere, though. 'ah, well,' he thinks to himself, 'he must be on a later flight.' twenty-seven hours later, jake turns up at the hotel, windswept and shivering, completely miserable. joe says, 'what the fuck happened to you?' and jake replies, 'i don't have a goddamned clue, mate, i did exactly what you said: i nestled down inside this gorgeous blonde stewardess' punanni and the next thing you know i'm headed to florida on a fucking motercycle in some twat's moustache!'