Posted: 12/3/2010 3:12:22 PM EDT
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Suppose a beautiful young woman appeared inside your bedroom. She's five feet ten inches tall, has long graceful limbs, pale blue eyes and long blonde hair. She has delicious perfect skin and white, white teeth.
Her name is Astrid, she's Swedish and in a shy soft voice she tells you that she wants you to make love to her. She begins to undress and you gasp at the sight of her perfect breasts. Now right at this juncture, you're probably getting all hot and bothered. You're probably inflamed with a wild animal-like lust. Well folks, that's how badly I want a really great Swiss Luger. I want it, I desire it and I crave it. I don't care if my wife leaves me.I don't care if I live the rest of my life without any pie. I just don't care. As long as I own a Swiss Luger before I die and as long as I live long enough to enjoy all that beautiful lustrous blueing and Swiss precision, I just don't care. I have a very bad case of gunlust. |
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I'd have your girl Astrid bent over the table like a bad hinge, hit her so deep I'd trap the number-three wire on the Nimitz and after I fucked her into unconsciousness I'd wipe my schvantz on her perfect hair, swipe her Swiss Luger and trade it for some 7.62x51 or a new scope.
But YMMV. |
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http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu138/Fluffy9lives/SwissLuger-2.jpg Here she is the object of my insane obsession. I will have her. Yes I will. And I when I do, I will name her Astrid and we will spend the rest of our days together. No offense, but please do note I fucked her first. Showing up in my place looking like you described, she was just begging for it. And I was low on ammo for the AR10 anyway. Nice pistol, though. |


