IanTheTall

Today, while having a late lunch with a friend, a friend asked me an odd question. Though admittedly not as odd as some questions I've been asked on-line. The conversation went a little like this:

Him: I've got a question that I think you might be able to answer. [I nod.] You know what a MILF is?
Me: Yea, Cheri. [My girlfriend and mother of our (my) son and next child.]
Him: OK. [Looks at me like, "Dude, I'm gay. Why are you telling me that."] Though it sounds...

until my girlfriend ran in to check what was wrong and hit me, then I laughed harder and turned red from not breathing. Then my boyfriend came in to check on me and I think he almost fell over from laughing.

It's the last minute that is so funny. Admittedly contemporary "comedies" are generally not to my liking, but I just may have to go see this one.

Forgetting Sarah Marshall

The sides of my neck still hurt from gasping for air.

Not wanting to dance in front of friends is like not wanting to share a shrink...
it's about not wanting to be judged.

(You might have guessed I'm listening to NPR right now.)

I hate shopping. All week Cheri and Sam have been going on about how the three of us would go shopping today. It was also my week to do laundry, somehow none of my casual pants or underwear got washed this week. Since I'm not "allowed" to wear sweats commando in public, I couldn't go shopping with them. Which is perfectly fine with me because I hate shopping. So why would I want to go on black friday?

By Cheri's reaction I suspect she is going to make sure that I'm not...

What do you call a hand job when both hands are being used?
Hands job sounds wrong and hand jobs means more than one time.

Though seriously, I've found that few women are able to give a good hand job, even with both hands trying to wrap around it. Some squeeze too hard trying to close each of their hands around it; damn it, it's not a nerf banana. Most guys aren't any better, they just don't squeeze as much.

As for blow jobs, the always end up as head. As for...