Suddenly the first bell chime of the 9am clock called out across the Library grounds. She was late for work! For a moment her mind whirled as she wondered what she should do with the evidence of her naughty toilet that she had carried out through the slats in the park bench. Realising that time was against she made the only choice she could. Fleeing the scene of her recent pee, she ran towards the now open doors of the Library. Under the bench lay her piss stained panties and the cooling puddle of female pee, testament to her deeds for the next passing stranger to discover.
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Q. What would happen if the Pilgrims had killed cats instead of turkeys
A. We'd eat pussy every Thanksgiving