At a late dinner.
Friend: I'm glad you two are not touchy-feely.
Me: Oh, we're playing footsies under the table!
You: No we're not, your legs are too short.
Ga! You better hope my memory is shorter than my legs!
Friend: I'm glad you two are not touchy-feely.
Me: Oh, we're playing footsies under the table!
You: No we're not, your legs are too short.
Ga! You better hope my memory is shorter than my legs!
10 Comments:
*spits out a mouthful of coffee*
Er, thanks sib. That really woke me up.
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Anonymous, at 6:04 AM
OMG. She has sex!
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Davester, at 9:19 AM
eh, so footsies = sex?
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Anonymous, at 2:19 PM
funny but true hahahaha dont worry hobbits saved the world remember hehe
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Anonymous, at 2:46 PM
err when did footsies amount to sex...foreplay mebe but straight out sex err...
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Anonymous, at 2:47 PM
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Foot_fetishism
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Anonymous, at 4:02 PM
i'm avoiding her till she gets the honeymoon phase out of her system. i figure it'll take a while :)
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Anonymous, at 8:02 PM
LOL! Ur blog is getting juicier!
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M, at 8:08 PM
Wahahahahaha!
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Tetanus, at 4:14 AM
pumpkin: that'll be too long before we meet up! lol. i promise i'm still normal!
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Anonymous, at 8:05 AM
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