Nothing says “love” like…
2009 December 1
I have a cold sore. It’s terribly glamorous. And it means no kissing, dammit.
Driving around last night running errands, being sweet, and holding hands.
Me: I wish I could kiss you.
Him: Me too, babe. Instead I could just put it in your poop chute.
Me: That’s not the same!
Him: What? It’s romantic.
Me: Nothing says “love” like anal sex.
Him: Honestly.
*snorts*
*snorts* Who says romance is dead?
Word.
At my house that doesn’t say “love”. It says “I’m too cheap to buy you a birthday present.”
Good call, Ginny. Good call.
I’ll try that on the wife…. “If you love me, you’ll let me stick it in the exit.”
I doubt I’ll post the results because I know it’ll be something like “over my dead body.”
cracking the hell up right now at Ginny´s comment.