The thing with men is, you can't live with them, you can't live without them. The creatures saunter around with delectable arses and adorable dimples and you just have to sigh and wish they had a teensy-weensy little brain to go with all that decorative utility.
There you are drooling over his posterior, but the damn thing doesn't seem to notice. You'd think his butt would blush with the amount of attention you lavish on it, but nooo. You follow him. You let him follow you. You sit with him. Laugh at his lame ass jokes. Pretend to deeply care about global warming. You dance around him. You may just as well jump up and down with a sign board saying 'Crush Alert!' and he STILL wouldn't get it!
Pa.
There you are drooling over his posterior, but the damn thing doesn't seem to notice. You'd think his butt would blush with the amount of attention you lavish on it, but nooo. You follow him. You let him follow you. You sit with him. Laugh at his lame ass jokes. Pretend to deeply care about global warming. You dance around him. You may just as well jump up and down with a sign board saying 'Crush Alert!' and he STILL wouldn't get it!
Pa.
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