Not sex.
He’d be in for the thrill of a lifetime, I think. Been there, done that.
Would he need blue pajamas or would he just need to clean the pajamas he has.
Did she bring along her strap-on toys?
He’d probably file rape charges against her. I don’t think he swings that way based on his image.
They’d probably exchange makeup and diet tips.
I like chubbies. And brunettes. I actually thought she was attractive. But she never answered any of my letters.
I think it would be a good match since they both have checkered pasts.
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I'm not wondering about it. But apparently you are. Why is a matter for your therapist.
Nothing washing detergent couldn’t fix.
“Awww, girlfriend! I sooooo envy you! I’ve been wanting to do for Lord Barack what you did for King William for YEARS now!”
I surmise that Monica would devour him for a snack before moving on to more substantial fare.
I think we’d get an excited conversation about nail care and makeup.
She is now fat and middle aged.
he is probably gay.
next question?
This is the dumbest thread in the whole history of FreeRepublic . . . and I will probably be thinking about it for the rest of the day. How crruuuueeeeellllll!
Won’t someone please ZOT him? Where are the Viking Kitties, if they were ever needed . . . it is now!
Was up at 2. Worried about Iran. And war.
We are so effed.
Hmmmm,
Bump... Just ‘cuz.