Getting ‘checked out’ just took on a whole new meaning.
“Hey, stranger” = “I just saw that selfie you posted, and despite ignoring you for five months, I’m bored and hoping you’ll have sex.”
We’re being polite and attentive because we’re paid to, not because we find you sexually attractive.
If he’s a Libra, you’ve probably struck gold. If he’s a Virgo though, watch out.
If you make me split the bill on a date with you, don’t expect me to go out with you again.
“I think it feels like how your head feels when you’re sick. But your nose is a vagina.”
Baby, you turn my floppy disk into a hard drive.
It’s official, I have no more f**ks to give.
I’m beginning to think there’s not a woman alive who wants less sex than her partner…
Which, let’s face it, is basically all men.
From Hollywood all the way to the White House, something is really wrong here.
Your feelings aren’t as important as my safety.
Can dabbing your own intimate scent on yourself make men more into you?
He might be dumb as a post, but hot damn, he’s pretty…