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A guy with a 25-inch Willy went to a Doctor and said.
“I can’t live with this big willy anymore! It’s too long.”
The Doctor replied.
“I can’t do anything for you, but if you see the Witch Doctor, down in the Bayou, she can help you.”
So, he went to the Bayou and saw the Witch Doctor.
The Witch Doctor said.
“Go into the swamp and find a female frog. Ask her to marry you, she’ll say no and you’ll lose 5 inches off your member immediately.”
So, he went to the swamp and found the female frog and asked her.
“Will you marry me?”
“NO.” She said. And right enough, he lost 5 inches off his member.
The guy liked the results and thought 20 inches is still just a little too much. So he asked the frog again.
“Will You Marry Me?”
The frog said.
“NO.” And the guy lost another 5 inches.
He thought, good, 15 inches is great but 10 inches would just be perfect. So he asked her again.
“Will You Marry Me?”
And the frog said.
“How many times do I have to tell you.. NO..! NO..! NO…!”
An Old Man Turned 115
An old man turned 115 and was being interviewed by a reporter for the local paper.
During the interview, the reporter noticed that the yard was full of children of all ages playing together.
A very pretty girl of about 19 served the old man and the reporter, keeping them in fresh tea and running errands for them.
“Are these your grandkids?” the reporter asked.
“Naw, sir, they all be my younguns,” the old man replied with a sly grin.
“Your kids?” said the reporter.
“What about this beautiful young lady who keeps bringing us tea? Is she one of your children too?”
“Naw, sir,” said the old man.
“She is my wife.”
“Your wife?” said the surprised reporter.
“But she can’t be more than 19 years old.”
“Thass right,” said the old man with pride.
“Well, surely you can’t have a s*x life with you being 115 and she being only 19,” the reporter remarked.
“Naw, sir, ” said the old man.
“We have s*x every night. Every night two of my boys helps me on it, and every morning six of my boys helps me off.”
“Wait just one minute,” said the newspaperman.
“Why does it only take two of your boys to put you on, but it takes six of them to take you off?” “Cause,” the spry old man said with a balled fist, “I fights ’em.”