I had a blind date last night. It’s always scary when you don’t know what you’re getting. I was told his name is Smokey. “Smok-eeey!” I yelled. I heard heavy breathing and the sound of metal clanging. I expected a rather stout type but what came around the corner was something more resembling the Bersteins.
He moved pretty quickly as he lifted his limb and touched my thigh. I actually didn’t mind. He would not stop rubbing himself all over me. He really knocked me off my feet (about 4 times).
Well going from a blind date to a relationship has never happened so quickly. I’ve fallen for him. His house is up on a hill. Even though it’s a little too frugal for most, a tool shed is the lap of luxury for his type. There’s no tools just a nice kitchen, bedroom, and piano lounge to make up his castle.
Smokey has won me over. I love to cook but this is going to be a very demanding appetite to fill.
Thank you Chuck Woolery, I mean Hakim.