me: “So… Are you, like, ready to give us another go, or…?”
rimless glasses: “Well, that depends. You promise to stop asking if your slutty prescription sunglasses can maybe join us in a (and I quote) ‘pageantry of moistened ocular delights’?”
me: “So… Are you, like, ready to give us another go, or…?”
rimless glasses: “Well, that depends. You promise to stop asking if your slutty prescription sunglasses can maybe join us in a (and I quote) ‘pageantry of moistened ocular delights’?”
Get a pair of rimless prescription sunglasses. That’ll teach ‘em.
Yeah, can’t go rimming those rimless ones now can ya?
So when this upcoming tryst gets to the, er, oral phase, would you then term it a “sight gag”?
Dude, you so do not need those rimless glasses. Nothing but trouble.
Don’t do it, Jeff. Those glasses are nothing but trouble.
Me: I know I look better in my $400 rimless glasses than Goldstein, but now I just can’t tell.
My rimless glasses: What did you expect when you left me on the coffee table well within reach of a 7 month old puppy.
My suggestion: You, 5 penis laden friends, a video camera, and the rimless slutpuppy spend a little quality time together this evening.
Make sure the camera has tape and batteries.
Oh….and a tripod.
Jeff, go for it! Follow your . . . ummm . . . heart (I guess).
T/W: Mind over matter. Or if you follow my advice, F mind over matter. Go with the matter.
You’re rimless glasses don’t suffer from any self-doubt, do they?
Just remember, lubrication is your friend.
Lasik. It’s the only solution.
I agree. I had Lasik done recently and it is truly wonderful.
Lasik. It’s the only solution.
GLASSIST!!
Inform those prudish glasses that the road to Excess leads to the palace of Wisdom.
That should clear things up nicely.
Is it true your new sexy rimless glasses are, in fact, bifocal?
Lasik?!
“I’m sick of my pimp-ass rack of subtly tinted shirt-matching glasses that make the ladies in the club say ‘Oh!’ Point a couple o’ them death-rays they use to measure the distance to the moon at my face so I can get mistaken for the singer from Gang Of Four. Or John Torturro. Or be blind. Whatever.”
Craze-anity.
“And I don’t give a goddamn what sick impulses your last pair would satisfy, if you ever ask me to put on those clip-ons again, I’m gone.”
Obviously, the sexy new rimless glasses just want a rim job. Then the ocular delights will be ripe for the taking.
Yeah, I went there. What of it?
t/w: service