just like honey.
sticky bee sez:
dear spanx,
i've given some thought to your 2 theories - that he was wearing a guitar when they met or that she was under a blissfully ignorant beer-induced filter. it is most definitely the alcohol. she must have been hammered at a bar. because, while the guitar is a potent, powerful tool that has brought legions of '3' or '4-ish' men soaring up to the leg-spreading persuasiveness of a well-hung '10', i am afraid that even the mighty guitar has its limits.
even if you put a guitar in the mewling bus-guy's hand, dressed him up right, grew out his hair and propped him up on the very back of the stage with a few dirrty, lovely slim-hipped dishes and dimmed the lights real low people would still peer up on the stage and nudge their friend, asking "why is someone's dad playing this set with them?"
therefore, by way of deduction, she was drunk off her ass at some cheese-ball bar and he danced awkwardly behind her until the filter blotted away some of his clammy dad-ness.
glad we got that one solved.
hey! it's beauteous here today - i'm wearing a t-shirt and the sun is dripping down all over me. like honey. on my inner-thighs. ahhh...vancouver really is lovely even with all of the hippies and the big, tacky mountain backdrop.
love and rubs,
stick-eeeee
dear spanx,
i've given some thought to your 2 theories - that he was wearing a guitar when they met or that she was under a blissfully ignorant beer-induced filter. it is most definitely the alcohol. she must have been hammered at a bar. because, while the guitar is a potent, powerful tool that has brought legions of '3' or '4-ish' men soaring up to the leg-spreading persuasiveness of a well-hung '10', i am afraid that even the mighty guitar has its limits.
even if you put a guitar in the mewling bus-guy's hand, dressed him up right, grew out his hair and propped him up on the very back of the stage with a few dirrty, lovely slim-hipped dishes and dimmed the lights real low people would still peer up on the stage and nudge their friend, asking "why is someone's dad playing this set with them?"
therefore, by way of deduction, she was drunk off her ass at some cheese-ball bar and he danced awkwardly behind her until the filter blotted away some of his clammy dad-ness.
glad we got that one solved.
hey! it's beauteous here today - i'm wearing a t-shirt and the sun is dripping down all over me. like honey. on my inner-thighs. ahhh...vancouver really is lovely even with all of the hippies and the big, tacky mountain backdrop.
love and rubs,
stick-eeeee
posted by Sticky & Spanky at 10:40 AM
1 Comments:
Please ...do not under estimate to power of the guitar...miss sticky ...has worked wonders in the past for my 4-6 male friends...meanwhile...instrumentless...I search ....many times in vain for means of atraction....I prefer a acordian......might be the problem
gigidy go
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