Last night, Lola and I took our girls out on the town. We met a friend of mine for drinks. He stared down my shirt 1/2 the night. I’d kinda like to climb on him. I think we could probably work something out.
Grab a cocktail, sit back, relax, and enjoy the riveting stories of the Jack Ass coworker, thankless job, pathetic attempts at dating, and other equally riveting musings.