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Balladeer The Hunter Becomes the Prey
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Balladeer The Hunter Becomes the Prey |
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Toerag Member Ascendant
since 1999-07-29
Posts 5622Ala bam a |
He was at a bar in 'Ala-bam' A hunting lodge I think Met this gal that caught his eye And ordered her a drink. He got himself a cocktail Ordered her a beer The waiter took it to her Then she met Balladeer. 'Deer stuck his finger in his drink, Then touched her panty hose, Said, "Let's go over to your house, Get out of these wet clothes." She smiled and submitted, She took him to her home, A quiet and seductive place She lived there all alone. The rest is simply history, Their rendezvous was sweet Balladeer's her 'trophy' man May he rest in peace.  |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
Yo Toerag, That animal’s got a nice rack of antlers. Bobby |
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r v wooo Senior Member
since 2007-08-07
Posts 656 |
enjoyed your sense of humor... |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
It wasn't my fault. She asked me if I wanted to get mounted. I was supposed to say no?????  |
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r v wooo Senior Member
since 2007-08-07
Posts 656 |
balladeer, in looking at the mounted head, i would swear it was one of the original wooo boyz, hanging dead...john wolter to be exact...but then again,and this is fact, he would never be found in such a predicament...'cause he always stirred his drinks with an object he called his pepper mint. |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Nice rack! |
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