Except that I'm not Joel. And neither of the women I hope to fuck tonight is a babysitter.[postscript: I'm mortified. I thought the allusion was to The Sure Thing, but in fact, it was to "Risky Business." Some Gen-X'er I am.]
Defunctitude
Friday, December 30, 2011
Date night
On our way to see the "First Kiss" couple. The holidays have conspired to keep T and me chaste for too long, so, if nothing else, we will renew our memories of one another's bodies. But this is in the category of a "Sure Thing."
Except that I'm not Joel. And neither of the women I hope to fuck tonight is a babysitter.
[postscript: I'm mortified. I thought the allusion was to The Sure Thing, but in fact, it was to "Risky Business." Some Gen-X'er I am.]
Except that I'm not Joel. And neither of the women I hope to fuck tonight is a babysitter.[postscript: I'm mortified. I thought the allusion was to The Sure Thing, but in fact, it was to "Risky Business." Some Gen-X'er I am.]
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