Well I NEVER…
Mix whiskey and wine.
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You say, “slut.”
But the placard they all have to sweep off of my desk before taking me on top of it reads:
Sexual Anthropologist.
Gold emboss don’t lie, yo.
Trust.
Promiscuity on ice.
Moving your Grindr app from the home screen to the third page of your iPhone…
SO the sexual, technological equivalent of freezing your credit card in a block of ice and burying it beneath a stack of Thin Mints at the back of your Kenmore Elite.
You know that at some point you’re going to need-slash-want to use it again; but until desperation strikes, diminishing the ease of use is going to help you stick to a budget –
Or a man. One man. Exclusively.
Good luck. And remember: all of your downloads need not go to waste.
In fact, the more you get to know the person you’re fucking, the greater the likelihood that they will agree to explore your desire to pull up the Lightsaber app and engage in a bit of intergalactic roleplay.
Plus – it’s free at the apple store. Win-win, you thrifty supah freak.
Sexually interactive. 1:2
If it takes at least seven to run a train and just four to be classified as an orgy…
Keep in dirty mind, multiple selections are allowed.
The only answer I’d better read anyone writing in, however, is: Voyeur.
So cut the “I would never engage in such deviant sexual behavior” shit and tell the titillating truth, already.
