Showing posts with label fetish. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fetish. Show all posts

Friday, March 25, 2016

Um, no, YOU have a Giles fetish.

Seen in an OkCupid profile: "I am definitely a stereotypical academic in the sense that I love wearing corduroy blazers and holing up in ivory towers."

*blink* OMG. Take me, sir. Take me hard.

The only things we have in common are burritos, mushroom hatred, High Fidelity, and grammar, but let's be honest, I've based relationships on less. I dated a guy for 8 months because we could both quote George Carlin.

Plus, another of his favorite movies is Josie and the Pussycats, so he clearly also enjoys dumb, fluffy things.

Hello, Professor. I will be your dumb, fluffy thing.

Sunday, September 20, 2015

My handbasket is lubricated.

In today's news: Top 5 places I never thought to put the body of Christ.  

Wait, though...If the guy goes down on me after, is that, like, communion?

Happy Sunday, all. Go shop at Kink after church -- they'll fill you with the Spirit. (Spirit fingers? No, wait...)

P.S. Tee hee -- "inbox."