According to folklore the practice started in 1647; in a small town outside of London, England which no longer exist and some say never did.There was a young raven haired woman named Suzanna, who was also a practitioner of witchcraft. She was a quite attractive, feminine woman by all measures. But her evil ways prevented men from approaching … maybe they were intimidated. Possibly because she couldn’t drown and no man could bare lighting the torch to ignite the kindling at the bottom of the stake. She was a witch like no other witch.
Yet again, as a wet Suzanna was freeing herself from her bindings at the stake, she chuckled at how men can keep doing the same things but never complete; men are so silly. She picked up her piece of leather bound at the top with a braid of her own hair (purse), containing eye of newt and other goodies, then wandered off to the facilities to freshen up.
On entering the facilities, she encountered a man. He had mistakenly entered the wrong facility. An honest mistake. The screw fastening the skirt portion of the stick figure denoting the appropriate sex for the facility has fallen loose and that part of the stick figure, aided by gravity, now hung vertically. It really did look like something else.
That man was smart, funny, fit[muscular], reasonably successful, with a high income. He had blue steel eyes. He was also ambitious, adventurous, tall, kind and was looking for only ONE woman. This mystery man could see past who Suzanna was, her obvious beauty, her inherent evil and could touch her heart with just a smile. He also had really big feet.
Suzanna was quick to act, having this man alone; she hastily cast her spell to complete the capture.
Today, whenever a woman sees another woman with her purse heading off the facilities, they quickly tag behind, just in case this mystery man that every woman appears to be looking for is hiding in the women's washroom. They just don’t want to miss their chance. And they certainly don’t want their friend to get him.
The lesbians in lingerie pillow fights, that we all know is a frequent occurrence in women's washroom, is just a side effect of the endorphin rush women feel when they imagine meeting such a man.
On entering the facilities, she encountered a man. He had mistakenly entered the wrong facility. An honest mistake. The screw fastening the skirt portion of the stick figure denoting the appropriate sex for the facility has fallen loose and that part of the stick figure, aided by gravity, now hung vertically. It really did look like something else.
That man was smart, funny, fit[muscular], reasonably successful, with a high income. He had blue steel eyes. He was also ambitious, adventurous, tall, kind and was looking for only ONE woman. This mystery man could see past who Suzanna was, her obvious beauty, her inherent evil and could touch her heart with just a smile. He also had really big feet.
Suzanna was quick to act, having this man alone; she hastily cast her spell to complete the capture.
Today, whenever a woman sees another woman with her purse heading off the facilities, they quickly tag behind, just in case this mystery man that every woman appears to be looking for is hiding in the women's washroom. They just don’t want to miss their chance. And they certainly don’t want their friend to get him.
The lesbians in lingerie pillow fights, that we all know is a frequent occurrence in women's washroom, is just a side effect of the endorphin rush women feel when they imagine meeting such a man.
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