The Way To A Man’s Heart…
Is supposedly through his stomach. Maybe this is where I’ve gone wrong with my relationships in the past-I wasn’t feeding the guy well. Sure, pizza and Chinese take-out is fine, but neither really says, “I care for you, let’s get it on.” (Unless you’re married to or dating a redneck dude, then beer and Cheetos do the trick). I’ve found the answer for all the single gals out there in the blogosphere: a cooking with aphrodisiacs DVD. A girl can’t have a true romantic evening after eating pizza loaded with sausage and cheese-the best she’ll get is a huge belch and hearing, “dang that’s the best burp I’ve had all day,” from her man. Poached Pears with Chocolate & Raspberry Sauce-better choice. Sexy. Elegant. Romantic. Light a few lavender candles and you’re on your way to not only pleasing your man, but a full stomach and a nice smelling house. Now, all I need is a DVD on how to find a man who isn’t a selfish goober and I’m set.
Hmmmmm….no mention of a Swanson’s dinner I see.
Blogmad hit!
your absolutely correct.
Beer and cheetos works everytime!
It is my experience that the way to a man’s heart is with one of those Vietnamese spin-fuck chairs.
Mike: The sodium in a Swanson’s dinner would shrivel the wanker up.
Scott: See, I KNOW redneck men. Hell and women I don’t like beer but I can eat me some Cheetos.
Fabeo: Has Mrs. Fab ever told you that you’re one of the most romantic men on earth?
No. No she hasn’t.
That’s odd.
I’m perplexed myself, Fabeo. Have you tried sexing her up with porn?