Crikey. We're here in search of a rare specimen here in the dangerous marshlands of Brother School cafeteria: a Succulent Sex Machine. I caught a glimpse of him earlier, outdoors in the wild, and now I think he's somewhere in our midst, hunting for food. Would love to find and capture him and bring him back to my lair. For research purposes, mind.
Seriously. Where the hell did his fine ass go? Even though every time I see him I know I have a dopey, shit-eating grin on my face because I am twelve years old and turn to mush in front of that staggering degree of hotness.
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I had no idea u were blogging during that convo lol
When I see a hot male, I blush. Blatantly. Way to play it cool, Mol.
I'm so out of practice..I don't know what to do with myself that would result in a decent conversation, etc.
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