Post. . .post toast, roast post toast. . pot roast.. . .where am I?
I WANT AN OOMPA LOOMPA NOW
I know, right? Romance is dead. Time was you could approach a woman without getting a face full of mace.
Where women would openly admire your package.
A time when physical contact wasn't so heavily frowned upon.
And then adulthood happens.
On the plus side, I'm still adequately tall enough to look down chick's tops without them noticing.
Yes, I'm looking at your face. It's...the angle, you see.![]()