Thrope?"MR. THROPE: "Broke and out of work?"THE MEDIATOR: "You, Mr. Thrope, are a misanthrope."MR. THROPE: "A what?"THE MEDIATOR: "A misanthrope. It m...eans you have a hatred for mankind. You are not fit to live amongst civilized society, Mr. Thrope. At least not as you are. Fortunately, I have had time to fashion a remedy for this situation. A remedy which is uniquely tailored to the suffering you have brought about."MR. THROPE: "I have my rights!"THE MEDIATOR: "Of course you do, Mr. Thrope. You. Damn Johnny thought, I’ve got jerk off materiel for a year. Monica was a real MILF, hot as hot could be. She was thirty-seven, Byron’s dad’s trophy wife. They’d been married seven years. She was a tall woman, probably 5’8” or 5’9’” with long auburn hair and a body to die for, full breasts that still rode high, a narrow waist above flaring hips. Her best feature was her bottom, when she wore shorts Johnny had often admired, well truthfully, had gawked at her beautiful heart shaped. My eyes caught his. He was giving me a look as if to tell me to say “get undressed and service me, give your body to me tonight.”“Tyrell,” I felt like begging him to not look at me. He looked around the large ballroom. “Crowd is dying down. My wife is outside saying bye to some friends.”I looked around too, “Yep.”When I faced him, he had quickly taken his erection out. My eyes lit up in shock. Luckily the lighting was low.“Tyrell, we can’t. I told you this. When you got married, we. If anything, it made him more sluggish.And the Lord said unto John, "Come forth and you will receive eternal life"But John came fifth, and won a toaster.Q: How do you think the unthinkable?A: With an itheberg.Someone stole my mood ring.I don't know how I feel about that.I tried to catch fog yesterday--Mist.The first rule of Alzheimer's club--Is don't talk about chess club.Why does a chicken coop have two doors?If it had four doors it would be a chicken sedan.I told my wife she was drawing her.