“I’m just waiting for him to poop so I can make lunch.”
You, Lightening Crotch. Me, Thunder Cock.
18 May posted by
Blair: ::screaming, grabbing crotch & rolling on couch:: ”OWWW!”
Nate: “What’s wrong? Tourettes?”
Blair: ::gasps out:: “Lightening crotch!”
Nate: “You know what the antidote for that is, right?”
Blair: “No, what?”
Nate: ::wiggling eyebrows suggestively:: “Thunder cock.”
Sorry, ladies. He’s taken.
Well, this is unfortunate.
11 May posted by
While trying to eat a peanut butter cracker that was precariously balance between my forefinger & thumb, I slipped while aiming for my mouth.
& it landed on my chin(s). And STUCK.
Hello, tasty glob of gooey goodness on my face. (perverted thoughts in 3…2….1….)
