I met the man of my dreams. He was beautiful, intelligent, and over-the-top sexy. It was love at first sight.
We met in the elevator.
Unfortunately, I had just finished my Jalapeño Chili Pepper Spicy Nacho Habanero Chimichangas with refried beans and sour cream.
Our eyes met… the elevator doors closed… and the Chimichangas kicked in…
I got to say goodbye to him though as they wheeled him to the hospital. Those hazmat rescue guys sure were nice.
I'm sure somewhere there is a guy for you with a vomit fetish. Why not? There's one out there for everything else!
Heh! That may have been a joke, but a friend of mine had a habit at work of waiting until he was alone on elevators and cutting one. Then when the doors opened for other passengers, he'd step off nonchalantly whistling a happy tune as he waited merrily for the doors to close on his latest victims.
I'm ravenous now.
No, but food does and it was my dinner time. Lol.
LOL. It was a joke right?
Thank god yes... I'd never be able to show myself in public if it were real.