Friends, I believe we are adult enough that I can admit to whacking off every once in a while. Let me now and forever promise not to rub your noses in it.*
*In the sense of not purchasing beatoff-celebration cologne only.
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I see the connection to the prior post.
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Let me now and forever promise not to rub your noses in it.*
Please be more precise in the definition of "it."
I think his meaning was pretty orbvious, fish.
Obviously there are people who really LOVE the smell of diesel in the morning, really LOVE it.
It'd be better if it were a bottle of lotion.
In retrospect, it probably was not the best container for storing Tiger balm.
Friends, I think we are old enough for me to say "ewwwwwwwwwwwwww. yuckie! you're gross!"
It'd be better if it were a bottle of lotion.
Even better if it had a pump action.
This and a shake weight would make for the perfect Christmas git.
Thanks for the enlightenment. I had no idea. Or rather I didn't have that idea exactly, but kind of a general idea very much like it.
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