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The young woman was walking on the moor, alone among the elements. Tonight she felt a tremor of excitement interwoven with abject fear. This was her fantasies seeming to become real.

Then there was a mighty roll from the heavens followed by a blinding whoosh! She instinctively closed her eyes, and when she opened them, there in front of her was a mighty warrior who swept her up and had his wicked way with her, over and over.

Laying exhausted, she asked the warrior. “What are you?”

“I am Thor!” he thundered.

She replied. “Tho am I, but I’m thatithfied!”

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    Neville Hunt 4 months ago

    An old joke, probably not PC on many counts any more, moor’th the pity.

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    Drew Martyn 4 months ago

    omg the old ones are the best. Thorry, the old oneth are the betht. ;)

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    Neville Hunt 4 months ago

    Ekthactly! Thankth Dwew.

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    Christopher 4 months ago

    A very thintillating and thexy drabble.

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    Peter Henderson 4 months ago

    Good one Neville

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    Neville Hunt 4 months ago

    Thankth Peter.

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