This, for lack of a more artistic term (I was an art history major, and I certainly don’t have one) is a four-poster penis bed. Insert wet dream joke here.
If only life were like a movie, and I could just magically end up in the emergency room next to the man of my dreams, who has the same laundry list full of allergies.
One minute you two are lovey-dovey in the street and acting like a total couple. The next, he’s giving signs that you may not be as exclusive as you thought.
If being super persistent eventually breaks someone down, is that a good thing?
It’s kind of like pooping your pants or something.
You’re right, weather lady. This is too much fun.
It’s like deer hunting with Paris Hilton.