I don’t know what the hell is going on, but I’ve had three women in the past three days overtly flirt with me. One of them was even bold enough to ask for my number.
Oh, and I’ve lost five pounds the past two weeks. I’m going to chalk it up to living in a sweat house for a week.
Other than that, nothing blogworthy to report. Have some Cake. 😉
I want a girl with a mind like a diamond
I want a girl who knows what’s best
I want a girl with shoes that cut
and eyes that burn like cigarettes
– From “Short Skirt, Long Jacket” by Cake
Living in a sweat house, your pheromone are kickin’? Whatever it is…awesome!
With fingernails that shine like justice
and a voice that is dark like tinted glass
She is fast, and thorough, and sharp as a tack
She’s touring the facility
and picking up slack
… Awesome?
what great lyrics 🙂
Stuck, I think we want the same girl. 🙂
And why are you forcing me to use my old blogger name/account? *sigh*
Stuck’s obviously been sharpening his sexual edge. Women like a sweaty man. Air conditioning is for pussies.
I love Cake.
Whoa!! Go you!
Beware of pickpockets and loose women.
And with loose women, beware of fall-out. Ba-dum-bum!
you go, stuckey!!!!
maybe you should grab a baseball bat and go bash in your new AC??
any dates as a result????? way to leave out the juicy details.
i like the song lyrics, btw. very cool description!