Is thy sweet heart now grown so cold, that loving breast of thine?

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12/31/2010

Is thy sweet heart now grown so cold, that loving breast of thine?

Cold, yeah, as what is it they say? A witch's...

Baby, It's Cold Outside -- Cathy Yardley

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The thought of how dangerous it was to shower outdoors in the winter never occured to him, he was faced with the best set of breasts he'd ever seen in the Arctic Circle and he wanted them NOW.
She smiled, and pushed him into the water spray where they found them frozen entwined and enmeshed, a frozen lustcicle in the tundra.
"Damndest murder-suicide I've ever seen."
They closed down the science station later that day and hung a sign on their office doors, "No Hot Girls Allowed".

Posted by: Matt | 01/01/2011 at 04:25 PM

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