

And none for Gretchen Wieners.
And none for Gretchen Wieners.
Or something cheeky and adjacent would be fun too. Like “Once I pop, your buns are hot.”
That’s how my boyfriend and I had our first date. He tried to plan a date a few times but I was busy/flaky. One day he messaged me saying he was nearby at a bar with some friends and asked if I wanted to stop by for a drink. And here we are a year later.
You must spank us all.
I’d love that, but I don’t know if my butt could handle being in a theater seat that long.
This is just a guess: at the end of each partitioned lane there’s two red lights. On the far right side, you can see a little green light on one of them, with cars exiting from that side. I’m guessing they’re controlling when each lane gets to merge into the final booths, so it’s not as much of a free-for-all.
My cat and I will play hide and seek (?), extreme peekaboo (?). She’ll sit at the end of her tunnel in the living room and wiggle her butt while I run into the bedroom around a corner and wait. I’ll hear her charge through the tunnel and see a little shadow creep around. When her head peeks around into the room, I’ll throw my hands up and go “Raaaa!!” and chase her. Her tail gets huuuuge and she runs back to the tunnel. Rinse and repeat until she gets tired and decides it’s just tunnel time.