Blue Wiz
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The Old oil-man
Picture an old, musty, dusty saloon in the Sahara filled with old oil hands and drilling memorabilia. At the bar an older rough-and-ready oil hand with a dirty hard hat, well-worn Red-wings and faded Levi's sits with a glass and a half-empty bottle of "Red Eye, Pastis"
A beautiful young lady comes in and sits right beside him. She looks him over and asks, "Are you a real oil-man?"
He looks back at her and says, "I get up at the crack of dawn, work all day, live on half-baked beans and bad coffee 365 days a year. Yeah, I'm a real oil-man. Are you a real model?"
"No," she says. "I'm a lesbian. I wake up in the morning thinking how empty my bed looks without a sweet young, naked girlish body lying next to me. I bathe wishing there was a young nubile body in there with me that I could rub with soap. I go to breakfast thinking of pert little breasts and nice flat tummies that I would love to massage. I spend the whole day thinking of nude girls and naked mature women. Yes, I'm a real lesbian."
An hour later another pair of tourists sits down beside the old oil-hand and ask, "Are you a real oil-man?"
He looks at them and says, "I always thought so until an hour ago when I found out I was a lesbian."
Picture an old, musty, dusty saloon in the Sahara filled with old oil hands and drilling memorabilia. At the bar an older rough-and-ready oil hand with a dirty hard hat, well-worn Red-wings and faded Levi's sits with a glass and a half-empty bottle of "Red Eye, Pastis"
A beautiful young lady comes in and sits right beside him. She looks him over and asks, "Are you a real oil-man?"
He looks back at her and says, "I get up at the crack of dawn, work all day, live on half-baked beans and bad coffee 365 days a year. Yeah, I'm a real oil-man. Are you a real model?"
"No," she says. "I'm a lesbian. I wake up in the morning thinking how empty my bed looks without a sweet young, naked girlish body lying next to me. I bathe wishing there was a young nubile body in there with me that I could rub with soap. I go to breakfast thinking of pert little breasts and nice flat tummies that I would love to massage. I spend the whole day thinking of nude girls and naked mature women. Yes, I'm a real lesbian."
An hour later another pair of tourists sits down beside the old oil-hand and ask, "Are you a real oil-man?"
He looks at them and says, "I always thought so until an hour ago when I found out I was a lesbian."








