"Com'on now Yankel, yank on those teats like you mean it. If only my Ricpic were here. He knew how to extract the milk of human kindness."
"How do you mean bubbe."
"Why with his soft sensual hands as he manipulated my breasts. While composing poetry. Sigh. Where can he be."
2 comments:
Wow, did that photo bring back some fond memories.
It takes soft hands to make a chicken tender,
To misquote Frank Perdue;
The sourer the pickle
The sweeter the I love you.
What, I'm supposed to make sense?
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