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Post by Azaziel on Feb 12, 2009 14:31:47 GMT 10
Mick was attending his 4wd clubs monthly meeting and had just told them he couldn't make the upcoming Innamincka trip because his missus wouldn't let him go. After copping the under the thumb remarks and other derisive remarks Mick left to go back home to the missus. When Mick's mates started arriving to set up camp at Innamincka common the following week who should be there but Mick sitting up in front of the Cooper , swag rolled out , fishing rod in hand, camp oven roast stewing away in a hot bed of Coolabah coals. " How did ya talk ya missus into letting you go Mick?"" I didn't have to ," was Mick's reply. " When I left the meeting last week I went home and slumped down in my chair with a beer to drown my sorrows. When the missus snuck up behind me and covered my eyes and said , ' Surprise ' .
When I peeled her hands back she was standing there in a beautiful see through negligee and she said , ' Carry me into the bedroom and tie me to the bed and you can do what ever you want .'
SO HERE I AM
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