I just emailed Nate saying, “Put on your baby-making shoes…it’s on like Donkey Kong tonight.”
Confession: Before I knew what a fabulous little thing EWCM was, I thought it was disgusting. This is a difficult thing to confess, as EWCM deserves more than my adolescent disrespect. Forgive me, creepy stretchy vagina stuff. I love you.
This just in: Nate’s reply was, “Indeed, shall we dance?” Oh yes, my fine sexy friend. We shall dance.
