So I took the old lady out for a nice dinner at the local steakhouse. I had the new york strip, she had surf and turf. Mine came with nice garlic mashed potatoes and baby asparagus. Ordered a nice bottle of Chateau Lepoop '79 when the wife went to the bathroom. Bladder the size of a walnut, never go on a long drive with her. Seriously.
Anyways, this HAWT dishwasher is clearing a table next to ours when she comes by my table, notices my wedding ring and pops a couple buttons on her blouse. She says "so, big boy, your date into chicks?" I responded that I don't know but if she wasn't, could I hook up with the dishwasher the next evening? Something about the scent of industrial dishwashing liquid gives me the chub. She drops her cleaning rag on the floor and proceeds to run her hand up the inside of my thigh, I check out her face and she looked up and suddenly got all wide-eyed. So now I have a wedding ring sitting on the table next to my hospital bed along with a business card from Dewey, Cheatham and Howe.
Some women have no sense of humor 🙁
Anyways, this HAWT dishwasher is clearing a table next to ours when she comes by my table, notices my wedding ring and pops a couple buttons on her blouse. She says "so, big boy, your date into chicks?" I responded that I don't know but if she wasn't, could I hook up with the dishwasher the next evening? Something about the scent of industrial dishwashing liquid gives me the chub. She drops her cleaning rag on the floor and proceeds to run her hand up the inside of my thigh, I check out her face and she looked up and suddenly got all wide-eyed. So now I have a wedding ring sitting on the table next to my hospital bed along with a business card from Dewey, Cheatham and Howe.
Some women have no sense of humor 🙁
