I was on a date this Saturday and we visited a craft fair.
Now, normally I can only be found at fairs that start with the word Renaissance and spell fair with an “e” . Before you judge, I’d like to reiterate that I do NOT, under any circumstance, dress up as a knight or knave . Even though that would be awesome, I simply don’t have the courage. It’s a whole other level of commitment I can’t seem to summon.
Yesterday I posted about how get extreme pleasure from those heavy dental aprons they put on you during x-rays. I looked into buying one last night, but the really good ones are a few hundred dollars.
Did I really want to blow a few hundred bucks on a lead apron? Seems like an expensive experiment. I mean, I only have had that thing on me for three minutes at a time. Maybe at minute four it starts to feel constricting and scary. Who knows?
When is the last time you saw your father naked? I’m going to bet, for most of you, this is not an easy question to answer. Not because of the subject matter, but because you can’t quite remember a time when this happened.
Up until about a month ago, I was right there with you. If pressed, I supposed I would have answered something like you, which is:
When is the last time you saw your father naked? I’m going to bet, for most of you, this is not an easy question to answer. Not because of the subject matter, but because you can’t quite remember a time when this happened.
Up until about a month ago, I was right there with you. If pressed, I supposed I would have answered something like you, which is:
I'll never give this child another cigarette, pinky swears!
