Total Impact
A Poster Name Total Impact
I hope this is the right forum to post this in, here it goes...
Quick story, you judge for yourself if its real or a fake.
Me and my friend, I wont say girlfriend, because what we are doing is just having a good time, were at my house.
Well I kind got in the mood and you could say I was hungry.
Now if you know me, you know that Im a chicken type man, but I wasnt in the mood for breast, and I wasnt in the mood for thighs, but I could go for something in between.
So I made my move trying to let her know that I was hungry. She knows me very well and was quick to say, Im not in the mood right now, I dont feel like cooking. So I said, Please, I really need to get over this hunger, but she said, Not now, maybe later.
So I pleaded with her, and begged and said Just give me a 20 minute meal, but she said no. So I asked, What about a 15 minute meal, but she just said not now. Well I was like, How about a 10 minute meal, hell just give me a two minute quick meal and Id be straight.
But she was like, No, I dont feel like it. Well I was like, I know your oven real well, so you really dont have to do much, just lay there, and hell just let me stick my head in and let me see if I come .out with something good to eat.
I mean I might have a nice size piece of meat to cook, but you got a good oven so it shouldnt take me that long.
So after 20 minutes of begging, she finally said, Yes, yes, yes you want to put you meat in my oven, then come on, put a little foil around it and get ready.
So as I prepared cook, she said, Wait, you got to warm this oven up, do some foreplay on this oven.
Well I just looked at her, smiled and said, What the hell do you call 20 minutes begging, I sure as hell wasnt making an order.
So the stupid moral of this story is, in 2008, 20 minutes of begging is the new foreplay.
Quick story, you judge for yourself if its real or a fake.
Me and my friend, I wont say girlfriend, because what we are doing is just having a good time, were at my house.
Well I kind got in the mood and you could say I was hungry.
Now if you know me, you know that Im a chicken type man, but I wasnt in the mood for breast, and I wasnt in the mood for thighs, but I could go for something in between.
So I made my move trying to let her know that I was hungry. She knows me very well and was quick to say, Im not in the mood right now, I dont feel like cooking. So I said, Please, I really need to get over this hunger, but she said, Not now, maybe later.
So I pleaded with her, and begged and said Just give me a 20 minute meal, but she said no. So I asked, What about a 15 minute meal, but she just said not now. Well I was like, How about a 10 minute meal, hell just give me a two minute quick meal and Id be straight.
But she was like, No, I dont feel like it. Well I was like, I know your oven real well, so you really dont have to do much, just lay there, and hell just let me stick my head in and let me see if I come .out with something good to eat.
I mean I might have a nice size piece of meat to cook, but you got a good oven so it shouldnt take me that long.
So after 20 minutes of begging, she finally said, Yes, yes, yes you want to put you meat in my oven, then come on, put a little foil around it and get ready.
So as I prepared cook, she said, Wait, you got to warm this oven up, do some foreplay on this oven.
Well I just looked at her, smiled and said, What the hell do you call 20 minutes begging, I sure as hell wasnt making an order.
So the stupid moral of this story is, in 2008, 20 minutes of begging is the new foreplay.