If you’re like me, you always hear “I wouldnt sleep with you if you were the last man on Earth” or “That doesnt look natural” or whatever. First of all, yeah right. If we had to continue the species we would have to bump uglies. Post-apocalyptic America is lonely as fuck. Sometimes excessive chest hair is a good blanket.
I guess this post came about because I was sitting in my beanbag chair eating pistachios in my Clay Aiken briefs and I heard a new Mariah Carey song, which I think is about that kid from the Home Alone movies (not the fourth one though, cause that kid looks like Toad from Mario Bros.). Anyways, she goes on and on about how he’s given her the ol’ jealous stalker, left-eye from TLC, Andre Risen-type deal. She says “blah blah blah wouldnt sleep with you if you were the last man on Earth blah blah blah I’m crazy”
So, to all the ladies out there, stop saying that. Keep it real. Respect.
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