Quickies - The Evolution of the three minute man

Hello my fellow fans, ever wonder why your horny lover of the night is a three minute man when your secret lover is Mr. Stamina? Well ponder no more as I have a theory that may answer your quivering dilemma.

Long ago in a history full of rank ass Neanderthals barely "man" enough to control themselves around their large foreheaded unibrowed women of the cave. You see, unlike men today surviving in the luxury and safety of our one thousand thread count beddings, these beasties of burden had to contend with other above average hairy joes and the unceasing appetite of Mr. T "Rex" himself who "pities the fool" that wants to be his once living toothpick.  So let me paint you this N. Geographic.

Big cave jock see's his prey bending over the river getting her recommended daily intake of H2O, he grunts out loud in admiration unquestionably signifying his intent to "smash that" with or without her permission, (more often it's the later). Being jock supreme he knows there's few ape enough to take him on, so he mounts his prize from behind taking his time to reach the heavens.

Now, enter the average man funk of geologic time. He, while strong in his own right, wasn't stupid. He knew those pesky velociraptors were always nearby and if not quick those thick headed cave jocks would ck block his ass. So when he see's those maidens of the cave he knows he has to act with a quickness, (see where I'm going here?). So he spots a cave maiden at the far end of the stream, he sneaks, he waits, then…BAM!

BAM! BAM!

Just like a hand in a cookie jar he's in 'n outta there three minutes tops. So quick in fact, that this poor cave honey didn't even get his number, what would mom think?

There you have it, Top 99 Women's famous theory of the quickie.

So ladies is your man the jock or the three minute man? Huh, me you ask? I'm three and a half minutes, of course! But watch out for those mad skills to make up!!!

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