Your photos, my imagination–such a bad combo.
My husband and I have a running joke that any time he looks at something I’m eating, I say, “You wouldn’t like it.”
I picture this conversation: “Are those oatmeal cookies?” “Yes, but they have raisins. You wouldn’t like them.”
An excellent inference that captures the spirit of their intercourse, if not the substance. In fact, the man on the left was trying to interest the cookie eater in something on his phone; the latter showed only a desultory interest, intent on his cookies.
Your photos, my imagination–such a bad combo.
My husband and I have a running joke that any time he looks at something I’m eating, I say, “You wouldn’t like it.”
I picture this conversation: “Are those oatmeal cookies?” “Yes, but they have raisins. You wouldn’t like them.”
An excellent inference that captures the spirit of their intercourse, if not the substance. In fact, the man on the left was trying to interest the cookie eater in something on his phone; the latter showed only a desultory interest, intent on his cookies.