It’s more like find a man who strokes your hair and tells you how soft it is all the while knowing he’s going to have to snake the shower drain every other week…
There was this gal, who worked at the Thrifty drugs, on State street, in Santa Babylon, back in the day. Her name tag: Mary.
I cringed every time I encountered her at checkout. Her sideburns and mustache were tough. But the mat on her arms? Holy moly!
The internal dialog was always the same: Shave that thing Hairy Mary!
Sounds like love to me elmo…I know these things. Some men like hirsute wimmins.
won’t that get us killed?
Don’t you hate it when you say something complimentary about someone’s mustache and all of a sudden she doesn’t to be your friend any longer?
It’s more like find a man who strokes your hair and tells you how soft it is all the while knowing he’s going to have to snake the shower drain every other week…
There was this gal, who worked at the Thrifty drugs, on State street, in Santa Babylon, back in the day. Her name tag: Mary.
I cringed every time I encountered her at checkout. Her sideburns and mustache were tough. But the mat on her arms? Holy moly!
The internal dialog was always the same: Shave that thing Hairy Mary!
Sounds like love to me elmo…I know these things. Some men like hirsute wimmins.
won’t that get us killed?
Don’t you hate it when you say something complimentary about someone’s mustache and all of a sudden she doesn’t to be your friend any longer?