While seated at the local old tavern, a husband leaned over and asked his wife, “Do you remember the first time we had sex together over fifty years ago? We went behind this tavern. You leaned against the back fence and I made love to you.”
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Millions of Minnesotans have emerged from their dens. They squint and rub their eyes as they adjust to the natural sunlight.
Looking to tie a few on, Roger visited a neighborhood pub.