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Matthew AKA NMR ( NO MORE RETAIL ) wrote:

My wife can't keep up with my sex drive she can only last about 4 or 5 hours
at least twice a day every other day and I can go at least six twice a day
at least every day without any help from medication. I wear her out to
quick. giggle

both ends?

snork

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Matthew AKA NMR ( NO MORE RETAIL ) wrote:

My wife can't keep up with my sex drive she can only last about 4 or 5
hours
at least twice a day every other day and I can go at least six twice a
day
at least every day without any help from medication. I wear her out to
quick. giggle

both ends?


That is a little to personal but she is always happy

snork

Matthew AKA NMR ( NO MORE RETAIL ) wrote:

That is a little to personal but she is always happy

tcht thct thct

12 hours of sex matt?

every day?

and you still manage to run all them wholesale shops?

heh, kids say the darndest things

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"Whiplash" wrote in message
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Matthew AKA NMR ( NO MORE RETAIL ) wrote:

My wife can't keep up with my sex drive she can only last about 4 or 5
hours
at least twice a day every other day and I can go at least six twice a
day
at least every day without any help from medication. I wear her out to
quick. giggle

both ends?


That is a little to personal but she is always happy

snork

Matthew AKA NMR ( NO MORE RETAIL ) wrote:

That is a little to personal but she is always happy

here's a free song for my pentance

http://barryparrish.com/running.mp3

I said it was a problem not that I had a solution

he he he
"Whiplash" wrote in message
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Matthew AKA NMR ( NO MORE RETAIL ) wrote:

That is a little to personal but she is always happy

tcht thct thct

12 hours of sex matt?

every day?

and you still manage to run all them wholesale shops?

heh, kids say the darndest things

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"Matthew AKA NMR ( NO MORE RETAIL )" 10 points a troll
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"Whiplash" wrote in message
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Matthew AKA NMR ( NO MORE RETAIL ) wrote:

My wife can't keep up with my sex drive she can only last about 4 or 5
hours
at least twice a day every other day and I can go at least six twice
a
day
at least every day without any help from medication. I wear her out
to
quick. giggle

both ends?


That is a little to personal but she is always happy

snork

Whiplash wrote:
I sleep, but my heart is awake: the voice of my kinsman knocks at the
door, saying, Open, open to me, my companion, my sister, my dove, my
perfect one: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the
drops of the night. I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I
have washed my feet, how shall I defile them? My kinsman put forth his
hand by the hole of the door, and my belly moved for him. I rose up to
open to my kinsman; my hands dropped myrrh, my fingers choice myrrh, on
the handles of the lock. I opened to my kinsman; my kinsman was gone:
my soul failed at his speech: I sought him, but found him not; I called
him, but he answered me not. The watchman that go their rounds in the
city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls
took away my veil from me. I have charged you, O daughters, by the
powers and the virtues of the field: if ye should find my kinsman, what
are ye to say to him?...? That I am wounded with love.

I sleep, but my heart is awake: the voice of my kinsman knocks at the
door, saying, Open, open to me, my companion, my sister, my dove, my
perfect one: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the
drops of the night. I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I
have washed my feet, how shall I defile them? My kinsman put forth his

hand by the hole of the door, and my belly moved for him. I rose up to

open to my kinsman; my hands dropped myrrh, my fingers choice myrrh, on

the handles of the lock. I opened to my kinsman; my kinsman was gone:
my soul failed at his speech: I sought him, but found him not; I called

him, but he answered me not. The watchman that go their rounds in the
city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls

took away my veil from me. I have charged you, O daughters, by the
powers and the virtues of the field: if ye should find my kinsman, what

are ye to say to him?...? That I am wounded with love.

"Bare Naked Slut" wrote in message
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Whiplash wrote:
I sleep, but my heart is awake: the voice of my kinsman knocks at the
door, saying, Open, open to me, my companion, my sister, my dove, my
perfect one: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the
drops of the night. I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I
have washed my feet, how shall I defile them? My kinsman put forth his
hand by the hole of the door, and my belly moved for him. I rose up to
open to my kinsman; my hands dropped myrrh, my fingers choice myrrh, on
the handles of the lock. I opened to my kinsman; my kinsman was gone:
my soul failed at his speech: I sought him, but found him not; I called
him, but he answered me not. The watchman that go their rounds in the
city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls
took away my veil from me. I have charged you, O daughters, by the
powers and the virtues of the field: if ye should find my kinsman, what
are ye to say to him?...? That I am wounded with love.

I sleep, but my heart is awake: the voice of my kinsman knocks at the
door, saying, Open, open to me, my companion, my sister, my dove, my
perfect one: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the
drops of the night. I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I
have washed my feet, how shall I defile them? My kinsman put forth his

hand by the hole of the door, and my belly moved for him. I rose up to

open to my kinsman; my hands dropped myrrh, my fingers choice myrrh, on

the handles of the lock. I opened to my kinsman; my kinsman was gone:
my soul failed at his speech: I sought him, but found him not; I called

him, but he answered me not. The watchman that go their rounds in the
city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls

took away my veil from me. I have charged you, O daughters, by the
powers and the virtues of the field: if ye should find my kinsman, what

are ye to say to him?...? That I am wounded with love.


Okay, I get your point, already. Good job.