She should be scream-haunting old Irish castles. What can be said about a woman who was "Tailor-made to play Olive Oil in Popeye"? Christ on a crutch, that voice could open a garage door. Black Jesus said it best when he called her a "trailer park wraith".
That's my point... the rags/lingerie are inconsequential. Who gives a fuck if they're camo or not? I once made the mistake of buying my (now ex) wife lingerie. I apparently didn't by the right kind, or some bullshit, because that shit seems to actually matter to some women. I ended up buying her a "pantie of the month" club subscription from Victoria's Secret so she could basically go online and select what she wanted every month and it showed up in the mail a week later. She was very happy, I was happy (because she was happy); it was a win win. The moral of the story is guys don't really give a fuck WHAT the lingerie is, just that it's there, and that you can pull it off (literally and figuratively).
You're a 4? I thought you were an 8. Like, buy her M panties when she's S? Protip: don't ever do that.
Apparently there's a difference between "hot" lingerie and "slutty" lingerie. I, of course, gravitated straight to the cheap, trashy, slutty lingerie, whereas her tastes were a bit more refined and classy. As lingerie goes.
And itchiness. Good lingerie feels amazing on the skin. Sensual and erotic. Cheap lingerie feels like you've been in the barn all day and pieces of hay got stock in your drawers.
Fair enough but does slutty lingerie feel bad on the skin? I think most people can understand the material difference between high price and low price stuff, but what makes one piece slutty and one not slutty?
I don't know. Some people are uncomfortable in lingerie anyway, so when you take it from "hey let me be sexy" to "hey let me wear crotchless panties with a string of pearls up the ass crack" - you cross into that "now I feel like you're trying to make me look like a porn star and I don't like that" zone that some people may have.
I'm lovin' it! This is exactly like the time I ordered a Baconator and received absolutely zero bacon on it. EXACTLY like that time. Funny enough Sonic is gaining massive market share on McD because their food doesn't have bits of machinery in it. Or teeth. Or packing material. And is actually made of meat. Shit. Now I want a Sonic milkshake. Why is it so goddamn hard to find a milkshake in this town?
Not for me. I consider myself pretty good in the kitchen, but every single attempt at either milkshakes or gravy turn out completely disappointing. I let my husband do the gravy and fast food places do the milkshakes.
Speaking of which, has anybody ever actually gone for a literal "roll in the hay"? That has to just be an expression, because I spent four summers as a hay rancher and fucking in hay would come in about one notch higher than fucking a cheese grater on my sexual to do list. As it stands, my list is: [x] Have sex with a human girl [ ] Do it with the lights on [ ] Have sex with an attractive human girl [x] Masturbate in a church [x] Masturbate on a church