Don't get me wrong I know all mustache rides are special, but there is just something extra special about a valentine's day mustache ride. Maybe it is the anticipation from watching my wife cook me a pesto chicken penne dinner in nothing, but black lingerie, which can be an experience of ecstasy, as long as you can drowned out the noise of screaming kids who are high as hell off of sugar and other artificial sweeteners from the copious amount of candy they have ate, or maybe it was just the full bottle of champagne my wife drank, either way it was a happy valentine's day for me.
No comments:
Post a Comment