HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU NAUGHTY, NAUGHTY GIRL.
The last couple of days I’ve been reading these really awful romance novels. Why? I don’t know. It could be because I’m an incorrigible romantic (most people will not agree with me on this one), or it coud be that I like reading trash, or it could be that I am just odd sometimes. Anyway, mind you this is nothing like the porn I wrote that one time(holy shit i just went to the ninjaporn page and there are 31 votes in the poll! who the hell has been voting there? dammmmnnnn man.), but here is a quote:
“‘Shall I remove my shirt?’ He asked, his hands already on the buttons. Sheridan hesitated, knowing that the removal of his clothing was only a prelude to her clothing being taken off. But then she thought that was bound to happen anyway whether he took his shirt off or not.” –Until You
hmmm….I do not actually have the book with me so that is poorly paraphrased. There’s this whole brilliant part where the men talk about being “desolate” without their wives for a couple of hours in order to humor those wacky womenfolk. Man oh man it has had me giggling like a mad little chortling fiend in the backseat of Kristen’s car on the way to and from work every morning the last 2 days. And that is pretty cool considering I’ve read this book enough times to have seriously damaged the cover and I’m sure I spotted some chocolate ice cream stains in there somewhere. Not only am I reading dirty things, I am dirty.
stinky romance novels are the only sensible response to being force-fed four episodes of sex and the city by your lovin girlfriends last night.
most men will say skeet shooting is the only sensible response to that, but I have to disagree there. although I do love a man who can carry a rifle in the waistband of his pants without looking silly.
Is that a rifle in your pants? Or you just happy to see me?