Well, it's like this: You're in a bar and there's this smoking-hot guy eyeing you. You sidle over and buy him a drink. The conversation is going wonderfully and, boy, can he dance. You both decide to go home to your place. Once you get there he uses your bathroom and makes it unihabitable for three hours afterward, he takes off his sweater and you think he has one on underneath because he's THAT hairy, and in bed he whines because you don't give head correctly and he starts trying to coach you, and when you resist he gets angry and storms off to the kitchen where he grabs your pint of Chunk Monkey ice cream and devours it.
Well, it's like this: You're in a bar and there's this smoking-hot guy eyeing you. You sidle over and buy him a drink. The conversation is going wonderfully and, boy, can he dance. You both decide to go home to your place. Once you get there he uses your bathroom and makes it unihabitable for three hours afterward, he takes off his sweater and you think he has one on underneath because he's THAT hairy, and in bed he whines because you don't give head correctly and he starts trying to coach you, and when you resist he gets angry and storms off to the kitchen where he grabs your pint of Chunk Monkey ice cream and devours it.
ReplyDeleteHow about that? :-)