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He said, “Dancing is great, no wonder Miss Hickman has such good posture. I bet your flexibility is top-notch, huh? Nichols always has good luck, lol…” The men in the room understood right away, and the women did too—some chuckled suggestively, while others blushed and pretended not to understand. Of course, Scott understood the innuendo, but he didn’t take the bait. Whether the women present were married or whether they accepted such jokes, he thought it was rude to make dirty jokes in front of women, especially when it involved teasing the woman he brought along. He, of course, had firsthand experience of her flexibility, but hearing other men speculate about it made him uncomfortable. His

the man keeps interrupting "hey you shut the fuckup Fitsher, you're a gad`damn drunk, how many bottles would your sh*t belly take before you stop, with your chicken hands. What do you mean by "dem right!" (Big j mimicking his voice) I'm sure your mama is at the church singing halleluyah praise the Lord my son is a good man, not knowing he is an empty vessel! with chicken brains." "hahahaha." other men laughing at Fitsher "what are you laughing about?, (they all fell silent) you are all a disgrace!" Big j said.

I purse my lips and try to hold in my laughter, "I'd say tragic but isn't that what fuels a man's confidence? I'm sure those comments don't bother someone like you." "Touché," he chuckles. "It's nice to hear something so simple. It reassures me that I have other appealing features other than my monster dick." I cover my mouth, trying not to let my obnoxious laughter out, that's been collectively gathering at the back of my throat. "Women also tend to lie to spare men's feelings, but I guess in this situation, it might cost them their lives," I tease. "My, my, you're not sparing someone you just met," he says.

Then someone in the crowd sneered, their voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, that must be Sophia's sugar daddy. Showed up to defend her. She's not picky, is she. She'll take a guy in his fifties." The crowd erupted. Some covered their mouths, laughing. Others joined in openly. "Yeah, I heard she doesn't care about age. Maybe this old man's a regular too." The dean's expression tightened. He turned sharply toward the crowd. "All of you–shut your mouths!" He glanced at my injuries, his voice urgent.

Tyson preaches, causing the male species in our group to applaud his remarkable statement, much to the ladies' annoyance. " You're right, men are wieners !" Jackie intoned with a laughter filled voice, bringing Emerald to a hearty laugh. Not that it was that funny, pardon once again for being a bit misogynistic but women aren't funny. Maybe it's the weed smoke getting to me. Well, Jackie has said some decent jokes over the past couple years but this was not it.

I'm grateful for the government of the day and for this opportunity to hear from the people but we shouldn't open our doors and our ears to hear crabs and nonsense from gangsters. He spoke so calmly due to his age as he stretched his hands to Jefsexy and his crew. “How on earth do you ever imagine a man fucking a man and it seats down well with you?." “The anus isn't meant for fucking but for you to used it for your damned poop.” “ It's so irritating and disgusting when ever I hear a man will have the audacity to fuck a fellow man man.” Mr. Kitty said a little bit loud as his voice began to show his anger gradually.

Mentally, a wry grin spread across my lips, but outwardly, I kept a blank/serious expression, as if this should be common knowledge. “Yeah, recent studies show that when men see a pair of tits, they revert back to Neanderthals,” I delivered evenly. “Lose their ability to speak, become single-minded morons and the only type of weapon they’re able to wield is their dicks.” He blinked once! Then twice… And I was hurting, I wanted to laugh so bad! “What?” he gritted, still looking at me as if he couldn’t decide if he should wring my neck – or ring a mental institution!

I'm not sure if I'm drunk or what but I find his statement funny. Their response is compulsory for men to say about their perspective of wife or woman, "And what is your job then? Inserting your penis in and out of our hole and after that throwing a woman like trash?" He smirked as he nodded, satisfied with what I just said. Why are few men as jerks as this guy? He stood up but I refused to meet his ugly face. "You talk too much. Let's go upstairs, so we can continue this conversation." "Not interested dude."

We are real friends. The jokes about sex, the best friend comments, and wife vibes are frequent, but I know it is all play. Jake is never anything but a complete gentleman, well, minus the man handling, but even that is not so bad. I’ve never had a platonic relationship with men of any age, and it makes me feel slightly strange now that I’m examining it.

I answered him back making him regret his joke. He knotted his brows as I uttered and shook his head. "You can never take my jokes, Can you? You are a boring man. Everyone in my agency loves my joke and burst into laughter, especially girls. But you my friend don't even try to smile at them." He started with his complaint first before he disclose the matter he was mentioning before. "So what? It's my choice whether I want to laugh or not. Plus your jokes are not funny. Girls laugh at your jokes cause your money makes them laugh. Otherwise, you would have been the king of bad jokes." I said, resting my ass on the maroon couch.