So, the staples of a football game in her house involve her (and possibly her husband) removing clothing and, one would assume, getting frisky? Hmm. Kinda makes my football staples of domestic beer and pizza seem kinda lame.
Never works for me. I mean, I really like sports. But really, really,really like action.
So when I'm engaged in the second, I really could care less about the first. Cheerleading outfits are about the closest thing to cross-over I've yet managed.
And I certainly I'm not combining pizza and action. No one has ever asked to pizza boy role play, and I sure as hell am not suggesting it.
Okay, for the life of me, I cannot figure out what Julie's wearing in that picture above. Assless safari chaps? A half-sarong, half-body paint ensemble? Anyone?
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...and not because my hometown team was the Buffalo Goddamned Bills.
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"PANTS?!"
[laughter]
[cue The Breeders' "Cannonball" ]
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Julie's "No Pants Sunday" < Will's Grandma's "No Floral Dress and Stockings Sunday"
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-M. Singletary.
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If therapy would help with this, I'm... staying the fuck away.
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That knee injury really took the fun out of my weekends, you know.
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Never works for me. I mean, I really like sports. But really, really,really like action.
So when I'm engaged in the second, I really could care less about the first. Cheerleading outfits are about the closest thing to cross-over I've yet managed.
And I certainly I'm not combining pizza and action. No one has ever asked to pizza boy role play, and I sure as hell am not suggesting it.
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I hate when it gets caught on something when I'm not wearing pants.
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