I have a fetish for indigenous girls. Wanted to have sex with this girl in Alaska, but, unfortunately…
… She wasn’t inuit.
I keep coming to conclusions.
Two strangers, and Englishman and a Scotsman, are sitting at a bar chatting. They’ve both had a few drinks, so the conversation gets a bit more personal. It turns out they both have the same strange fetish—tickling a woman’s ass with a feather. The Scotsman says, “Aye, ah luv it, but ah can never find anyone teh do it with.”
The Englishman says, “Oh it’s simple. You simply ask every attractive woman you see, ‘Can I tickle your ass with this feather?’ and if she is offended, you claim to have said, ‘How about the weather?’ Works every time.”
“That’s bloody brilliant!” says the Scotsman. “Ahd love teh try it. Have ye got a feather on ye?”
“Of course. I always keep a feather on hand. Give it a go.”
The Scotsman takes the feather and walks up to an attractive woman he’s had his eye on across the bar. He nervously approaches her and says, “Can ah stick this feather up yer arse?”
The woman spits her drink out. “What did you say??”
“It’s fuckin’ rainin!”