THE SUNDAY PULL: fried food
Boy at Bar: Are those fries good?
Me: Umm…they’re ok.
Boy at Bar: (grabs a french fries from our plate on bar) They aren’t bad, but I’d rather be tasting you.
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Jeez. . . how did you prevent yourself from throwing up right there on the spot?
It was hard…I’m pretty sure noone touched the fries after that!
he should have tasted your fist in his teeth next!
who say this? That is just wrong.
I want to know what you said after that horrible line.
i’m ashamed to have a penis right now.
Okay well…at least he’s pro. Will probably need quite a bit of instrction (they all do), but you’re half way there.
Or…maybe a third of the way, let’s be honest.
- B x