I accidentally walked into some kind of weight lifters meeting at Starbucks the other day while wearing a sleeveless top!
One of the females looked at me and my flappy arm and kind of shook her head.
So in a sign of solidarity I raised my arms and flexed my guns.
She came over and pulled on that flappy little thing on my underarm, which shocked me a little.
HER: “What’s that?”
ME: “It’s where I keep the bullets bitch!”
I hear that in California the Jehovah’s Witness is trying to save all the prostitutes by recruiting them into their organization.
Soon the Jo Ho Ho’s will be knocking on your door!
Convo overheard at Starbucks just now by two stud-ly body builders:
BB1: Yeah, the girl I had over last night left her panties on my pillow.
BB2: Really, dude?
BB1: Yep, I even called her to ask if she did it on purpose and she said, yes, because now she has to come back to get them.
BB2: Right on Bro!
I do that all the time too because it saves me from having to get out of bed to find a sock to stuff in the hubby’s mouth in case he snores.
Started my new diet today.
It’s pretty simple.
If it tastes good, I spit it out!
It’s hard to be nostalgic when you can’t remember anything!