AD! At my house! With his bike! And a spare helmet! I got to ride!
SQUEEEEE!!!!
PICS!
SQUEE!
He left one of his spare helmets here with me, with the promise of more rides whenever I was next in Houston.
I'll forgive him for grabbing my ass at the gun counter in Bass Pro Shops for that reason alone.
Monday, July 27, 2009
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Wow, it's like having Ed Mcmahon knock on your door with a surprise, only it's a person instead of a check.
ReplyDeleteThat was a goose, not a grab.
ReplyDeleteI ever grab your ass, you'll definitely know it. *grin*
This is true. You've got freaking massive hands, and while my rump is wide, I have the sneaky feeling you'd use both hands and cover it completely.
ReplyDeleteSqueeze, squeeze? *winks*