I need to get a few things off my chest:
1. Lately whenever I see a cute guy in public, I start singing in my head: “I’ll make love to you, like you want me to, and I’ll hold you tight, baby all through the night.” Yeah, I can’t explain it either. But it happens every time. If Boyz II Men knew I was doing this, I think they’d kill themselves just so they could roll over in their graves.
2. I grew a pant size.
3. My brother got my mom a DVR for her birthday. When she talked to him on the phone later that night he asked her how she liked it. She said that she hadn’t tried it out yet, but would try it in a little while. At the end of their conversation she said the following:
I’ll call you later after I play with my box.
I kid you not.
Answering the question, once and for all, where your dirty mind comes from.
I grew a pant size just from reading about your mother’s box.
Is number two confession directly linked to number one?
People In The Sun said exactly what I was thinking!!!
Id like to grow a size larger of what’s in MY pants.
HUGS>..
OK, so I guess I could agree with you on Number 1, but it would probably be something by NIN instead.
Number 2 – I don’t know if “growing a pants size” is a good thing or not. I guess it depends who you ask. (Eat a salad FATTY!!! says your brother)
Number 3 – EEEEEEeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!! That’s really gross!!