06 May, 2005 :: 12:47 a.m.
veet razor less razors are the shit.
veet razor less razors are the shit.
THE shit.
a not so imaginary conversation between me and the ex:
d. are you busy saturday?
j. my roommates are having a passion party at night.
d. what's a passion party?
j. a toy party.
d. toy?
j. sex toy.
d. ah, well, buy a butt plug for me. (jokingly)
j. already have one, don't need another
*uncomfortable silence*
d. right, well have a good time.
j. yeah.
moral of the story: don't call my bluff, and don't go there. just don't go... there.
