Hey. You.
Yeah you. You with the back.
Turn around when I’m speaking to you, please. Tossing your hair does nothing for me.
No need for a quick pit-sniff. I’m not planning on nuzzling your underarm hair. If you have any.
There is no need to threaten me with your big gold sword. Come, now. I just want to ask a favor.
It’s raining. Can I take shelter ‘neath the shadow of your man titty? Thanks!
Hi, Val here. 1st post. Love y’all, love your posts. As a back-woman, I had to reply.
What does our reptile brain perceive? lol. (1) How many trees is he capable of chopping down to bring back wood to our cave. (2) Can he wrestle a bear into submission in defense of my life. (3) Can he lift my ass up to have his way with me against the cave-wall. (4) And that muscle in his back that flexes when he brushes his teeth is as sexy as hell.
I don’t know, maybe that’s just me.
case24—I don’t normally drink that much, it was a special occasion.
Cath, my husband has a mancrush on Statham and some Thai guy in Ong Bak.
I told him Statham can be on his list, as long as I get to play, too. ROWR.
I would want a ninja. No, not some long armed skinny teen in a Tekken costume. I’m talking lean, mysterious, you never have any idea where the hell he is…
Be kinda tough as the heroine to get away from that type of guy.