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A blonde was waiting at a bus stop in New York City. She was wearing a
tight leather skirt with matching top and boots. When the bus pulled up she
tried to get on but realized that her skirt was far too tight and far too
short to allow her to make it to the first step. Embarrassed, she reached
back and unzipped her skirt a little, hoping it would give her some slack.
She tried again but soon realized that she still could not make it. She
reached back and unzipped her skirt a little more, but she still could not
make it. Getting frustrated, she tried a third time but still could not
make it. At the point, the giant Texan behind her picked her up at the
waist and gently set her on the first step of the bus.
"How dare you touch my body!" shrieked the blonde. "I don't even know you!"
"Well, ma'am," replied the Texan in his country drawl, "after you unzipped
my fly three times, I kinda figured we was friends."
tight leather skirt with matching top and boots. When the bus pulled up she
tried to get on but realized that her skirt was far too tight and far too
short to allow her to make it to the first step. Embarrassed, she reached
back and unzipped her skirt a little, hoping it would give her some slack.
She tried again but soon realized that she still could not make it. She
reached back and unzipped her skirt a little more, but she still could not
make it. Getting frustrated, she tried a third time but still could not
make it. At the point, the giant Texan behind her picked her up at the
waist and gently set her on the first step of the bus.
"How dare you touch my body!" shrieked the blonde. "I don't even know you!"
"Well, ma'am," replied the Texan in his country drawl, "after you unzipped
my fly three times, I kinda figured we was friends."