A nymphomaniac was doing her gardening one Sunday afternoon…

A nymphomaniac was doing her gardening one Sunday

afternoon when the wind blew her skirt up to reveal a bare

backside. At this moment a dog appeared in the garden and

stuck his tongue in her crotch. Without looking around she

whispered,

“Whoever you are, I do the gardening three times a week,

Sunday afternoon, Friday and Saturday mornings.”

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