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Miss Annabelle had
just returned from her big trip to New York City and was having
refreshments on the front porch of her daddy's mansion with her
southern belle friends. She tells them the stories of her trip as
they stare spellbound.
"You just wouldn't
believe what they have there in New York City," says Miss Annabelle.
"They have men there who kiss other men on the lips."
Miss Annabelle's friends fan themselves and say, "Oh my! Oh my!"
"They call them homosexuals," proclaims Miss Annabelle.
"Oh my! Oh my," proclaim the girls as they fan themselves.
"They also have women there in New York City who kiss other women on
the lips!"
"Oh my! Oh my," exclaim the girls. "What do they call them?" they
ask.
"They call them lesbians," says Miss Annabelle.
"They also have men who kiss women between the legs, there in New
York City," sighs Miss Annabelle.
"Oh my! Oh my! Oh my," exclaim the girls as the sit on the edge of
their chairs and fan themselves even faster. "What do they call
them?" they ask in unison.
Miss Annabelle leans
forward and says in a hush, "Why when I caught my breath, I called
him 'Precious.'"
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