In 1621, after a hard and devastating first year in the New World the Pilgrim’s fall harvest was very successful and plentiful. There were sluts, whores, along with lesbians who had been kept in the barn since last year, more shine than could possible be drank, and they raised enough cannabis to keep them from being bored during the long coming winter. They proclaimed a day of thanksgiving and decided to call up the Indians to come over and party.
Finally the Indians showed up late because they like to make their grand entrance with their extravagant attire. The Pilgrims really didn’t like this because they wanted to play Texas Hold’em which takes all night anyway. When they finally started playing, they were passing around this fat doobie, drinking shine and having a great time.
Meanwhile, the lesbians where trying to get the whores to play with the sluts but they were having none of it. We like the dick and we’re going to wait on the guys to get done playing cards. The lesbians eventually got bored, decided to get drunk and fuck each other with corncobs.
Back at the table this one Indian, who they called Kills With Wind, let one rip and it was so bad they had to get up and go outside for some fresh air. They saw the lesbians in the barn going to town on each other and went to go watch. The sluts and whores saw the guys walking toward the barn and ran out to intervene. Why do you want them when you have us waiting on you? Well, one Pilgrim said, there is nothing like lesbians, it’s the greatest thing on earth. They want nothing to do with you guys. The blonde there, playing anal ring toss, tried to get us to fuck them earlier and we wouldn’t because we want you. Immediately the Pilgrim slapped the shit out of her. Why the fuck did you turn her down you stupid slut? Get the fuck in there and take her up on the offer and then you will be our ticket in. Off she went.
Once all the girls were hot and horny, they finally called the guys over. The guys jumped in and most had blown their load after the first few minutes because they hadn’t drank enough shine. The old, completely drunk Indian Chief, Bangs All Night, was still going an hour later. The rest of the guys went back to playing their Hold’em game. About dusk, one of the guys noticed the Chief had still not made it back. Damn that guy is a robot.
Finally the Chief walks back in and everyone stares in awe. One of the, shall we say funnay, Pilgrims happens to look down and the Chiefs manhood and noticed he still had a boner. The Chief notices him looking and says it takes four to six hours to go down. One Indian thinks to himself that he had heard somewhere about something taking for to six hours but could not remember what it was. All the Pilgrims started chanting Hef, Hef, Hef. The Indians were not sure what this meant but thought that it couldn’t be a bad thing.
It was a great party, the Indians and Pilgrims decided this would be an annual event to give thanks for another great year. Sadly, however, Chief Bangs All Night didn’t make it to the next event because his boner actually lasted more than thirty-six hours and that’s not good.
Anyway have a great and happy Thanksgiving.