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Silverfoxesclub-digest In this issue:
-Happy Holidays!
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Subject: Happy Holidays! 'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, Soft music was playing, as I reclined on the couch. I unbuttoned my shirt, exposing chest hair In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. I lie there thinking, on the couch or in bed?' While visions of him naked danced through my head. I put on a clean jockstrap and black leather chaps In hopes that he'd give me a gift from his sack. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I ran from my room to see what was the matter. Away to the front door I flew like a flash flung the door open and felt a draft on my ass. The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow Made it easy to see who it was at my home. But what did I see as I froze off my heiny But a big Harley Hog with chrome that was shiny. With a big hairy driver so horny and quick Even from here you can see his big dick. More rapid than eagles on towards me he came As he whistled and shouted and called me his names: "Now you big sexy slut, You hairy beef patty! You'd better be ready 'cause here comes your Daddy! To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall, Let's get inside and have us a ball!" As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly He grabbed hold of my jockstrap and pulled me inside. He kissed me hard, I tasted his lips. He pulled me in closer, both hands on my hips. And then in a twinkling he stripped off his clothes His hard cock was bouncing as he started to pose. I drew in a breath at his papa bear strut Still awed by the sight of his round hairy butt. He said "Come to Papa, that jockstrap's too small." He pulled out my dick and squeezed both my balls. He slow stroked my cock and pulled my left nut Then whispered to me, "I do like your butt." His eyes how they twinkled, his dimples how merry, This big fucking stud was so very hairy. He let me down gently to the floor on my back, we suckled and cuddled and had a late snack. We made love for an hour, then another or, two, loving this man was a nice thing to do. His cheeks were so rosy, that is pure fact, the hair on his backside ran up to his crack, He started grunting, not much more was needed, I swallowed his cock before he could beat it. A wink of his eye, a hard yank on his dick, He shot loads of cum -- white, creamy, and thick. He spoke not a word, but when straight to his work, And upon my big hard-on he started to jerk. I came in an instant all over my chest, And he lay down beside me for a much deserved rest. I looked at our cum that was mixed in my hair, I do love him so, my Big Papa Bear.
And I heard him whisper,
by the Christmas tree light,
"Happy Christmas, my Slut.
I Love You, Good-Night!"
Subject: Victor Borge 1909 - 2000
Dear Guys:
When I was a younger man (around 21 or 22) I drove a taxi in Portland, OR while I tried to decide what to do with my life.
At the time, I knew his name but had never seen his act nor heard his music. Without hyperbole or prevarication, the ride from the backstage door where I picked him up to the hotel where I dropped him off might have been the most pleasant 20 minutes of my entire life. I was just a lowly cabbie, but he instantly put me at ease with his matter of fact, down to earth manner. He treated me with a type of courtesy and respect that the average "fare" didn't even pretend to bother with -- much less someone who was rich and famous. But the real reason that I remember that particular ride is because the man kept me in stitches during the whole ride. I was hard pressed to keep the car on the road at times because I was laughing so hard. The really funny thing though is -- I don't remember even one single joke that he told me that night. They all came too fast and furious -- as if they were all one single entity. It was perhaps the most fun that I have ever had in my life. Mr. Borge lived long and presumably well, so I won't mourn his passing. However, I'll never forget the short time that we spent together and how much it still means in my life.
Peace & Love,
Subject: Merry Christmas A one and a two now sing along...................... Have yourself a merry little Christmas Let your heart be light From now on our troubles will be out of sight Have yourself a merry little Christmas Make the Yule-tide gay From now our troubles will be far away Here were are as as in olden days happy golden days of yore Faithful who are dear to us gather near to us once more Through the years we all will be together If the Fates allow Hang a shining star upon the highest bough And have yourself a merry little Christmas now................... Merry Christmas
Sorry I did not send cards out so this will have to do. Subject: You don't know Jack Schitt! You have probably seen this before, but it always give me a laugh. Who is Jack Schitt? Jack is the only son of Awe Schitt. Awe Schitt, the fertilizer magnate, married O. Schitt, the owner of Needeep N. Schitt Inc. They had one son, Jack. When Jack Schitt grew up, he found God and married another re-born, Noh Schitt. The deeply religious couple produced six children: Holie Schitt, Fulla Schitt, Giva Schitt, Bull Schitt, and twins Deep Schitt and Dip Schitt. Time passed. Always a rebel, Deep Schitt married Dumb Schitt, a high school drop out, despite her parents' stern objections. Her twin, Dip Schitt, always a good boy, married their cousin, Loda Schitt, and they had a slightly retarded son with a mean disposition. They called him Chicken Schitt. After 15 years of holy matrimony, Jack Schitt fell off God's wagon, turned into a drunk, and his wife Noh Schitt divorced him. Noh Schitt got custody of the kids remaining at home and later married distant cousin Ted Sherlock who agreed that because of the children, his wife should keep her first married name. Thus, the lady became Noh Schitt-Sherlock. Two other of her six children, Fulla Schitt and Giva Schitt, had remained inseparable throughout childhood and the divorce. They subsequently married the Happens brothers in a dual toilet-ring ceremony in Toilet City, which had grown from a toilet stop for pioneers on the Oregon Trail to a busy town full of Schitts. The society page of the Toilet paper led with a story on the wedding: "Schitt-Happens in Toilet!" The marriage eventually produced three children: Dawg, Byrd, and Hoarse. Meanwhile, Bull Schitt, the musical son of Jack and Noh Schitt, who had left home at seventeen to tour the world with his rock band, Schitt-on-a-Shingle, suddenly returned with an Italian bride, the lovely but very tall Pisa Schitt, who developed the unfortunate habit of leaning forward so as not to overly embarrass her much shorter husband.
So now when someone says, "You don't know Jack
Schitt," you can honestly reply, "You bet your sweet ass I do!"
Subject: Right wing group runs ad attacking Queer as Folk Ben Boxer comments: Amazing! I don't see any right-wingers attacking "Sex in the City" or the major soap operas that litter the TV landscape with incest, adultery, drunkenness, promiscuity, greed, etc. Could there be a double standard -- one for straights and one for gays? Thank God George Bush is our new President! He is the Great Unifier. He said so himself. The minister who introduced him before his acceptance speech in Texas spoke of him as Moses. Who was Moses? A Great Unifier, the Deliverer who led his people to the Promised Land of Milk and Honey smack through the middle of the Red Sea! Part the waters, Mr. President, and get a move on, please, in case Showtime caves in to the Right Wing and cancels "Queer As Folk" so I don't get to see the new part continuing on January 9! All that milk and honey gone to waste! Oh, no! Let us pray!
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During that time, I met and chauffeured a variety of "famous" people. There
were athletes like Joe Namath and Wilt Chamberlain. There were actors like
Carol Channing and Fred MacMurry. And there were musicians like Bruce
Springsteen and Barry White. But my most memorable trip I ever had involved
Victor Borge!