I wish there was a “girlfriend rental” service.
Maybe for $20 an hour a woman could come to my house and tell me what underwear should be thrown out; imply that I should get back to the gym; check my face for rogue eyebrow, nose, and ear hairs; point out possible ways to improve myself; show me what areas of my place need to be cleaned better; and have sex with me.
I guess a hooker could do all that stuff for me, but that is illegal … and probably more than $20 an hour.
note: I wish women were either with me or against me … what a perfect world that would be.
double note: it’s just a topic and playing with meanings: I’m sure tomorrow I’ll be talking about how toilet paper and toast are the same. You have 24 hours to think about that one.
Today I thought stuffing the turkey with a cornish game hen would be a good idea. Christmas is all about a savoury birth isn’t it?