I think it might be time for a woman doper to start a thread on, “I like my men like my —.”
…apple pie. Fresh, hot out of the oven, (And untouched by anything relating to that scene in the 1999 movie) apple pie.
Oh, to bury my tongue into that pie’s scorching hot sweetness with an abandon that is bound to leave my face messy!
When come back, bring… umm… pie…sigh
dead hookers…dead.
I used to always joke with my wife that I like my women like coffee… Hot and At WORK
kiwi fruit–sweet, tart, and covered with a short, brown fur.
…Dolphins. Smooth, hairless and kept in captivity until I tell them to do tricks.
I like my men like I like my chocolate: sweet, smooth, rich, and better than sex.
like my coffee, pale, strong and sweet.
One of the “jokes” of female dwarves in WoW is “Ah like mah men like ah like mah beer: dark and rich.”
Me, I’ll go for dark an’ stout…
12 years old and sealed in a wooden barrel.
I like my women like I like my queens in chess: managed by a clever & intricate mind, & surrounded by pawns I’ll have to murder on my way to claim the woman as my own.
I like my men like I like my toast: golden brown and ready in a couple of minutes.
I like my women like I like my fiction: erudite, inspired, and with a great deal of black humor.
I like my men like I like my jeep: strong, dependable, and always up for a rough ride.
“… and white folks walk like this!”
I like my women like my fellow dopers; intelligent, with a wicked sense of humor and up for any kink I can imagine, and many I can’t.
I like my women like I like my military haircuts: high, tight and stubbly
best one yet, imo
…like my video games: entertaining, easily controlled, and always around even after you beat them
…like a second helping of sloppy joes, all- ah, shit.
… smothered by bacon salt???