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Morning Love Making-
Tyrone asked his work buddy, Robert, one morning, "Man, why you always
so damn happy when you come to work every day?"
Robert replied, "That's because I make love to my wife every
morning before work."
Amazed, Tyrone asked him how he gets his wife to make love to
him every morning. "That's easy," Robert said. "I just tell her this
little poem that I made up. She loves it! It goes like this: Blond
hair, blond hair, eyes so blue. I love waking up and making love to
you!"
Tyrone said, "Man, you white guys are so damn sentimental.
But he decided it wouldn't hurt to give it a try. So he spent
the rest of the day thinking of a poem for his wife.
The next day Tyrone showed up to work just beat to hell; bruised
eyes, broken nose, fat lip, the works!!!
Robert asked, "Man, what happened to you?!"
Tyrone said, "I don't know, man. I went home and tried your
advice. I just told her a poem."
Well, what poem did you tell her?
Tyrone said: "Nappy head, nappy head, eyes like a frog. If I
could roll your fat ass over, I'd hump you like a dog!"
Tyrone asked his work buddy, Robert, one morning, "Man, why you always
so damn happy when you come to work every day?"
Robert replied, "That's because I make love to my wife every
morning before work."
Amazed, Tyrone asked him how he gets his wife to make love to
him every morning. "That's easy," Robert said. "I just tell her this
little poem that I made up. She loves it! It goes like this: Blond
hair, blond hair, eyes so blue. I love waking up and making love to
you!"
Tyrone said, "Man, you white guys are so damn sentimental.
But he decided it wouldn't hurt to give it a try. So he spent
the rest of the day thinking of a poem for his wife.
The next day Tyrone showed up to work just beat to hell; bruised
eyes, broken nose, fat lip, the works!!!
Robert asked, "Man, what happened to you?!"
Tyrone said, "I don't know, man. I went home and tried your
advice. I just told her a poem."
Well, what poem did you tell her?
Tyrone said: "Nappy head, nappy head, eyes like a frog. If I
could roll your fat ass over, I'd hump you like a dog!"