So, if any of you mens out there ever stumbles across the combination to the locker room door at the Evil Woman Clubhouse, leave it alone: walk away quietly and do your best to forget. It might sound like a fun place to hang out, but you do not want to go there. You will not come out of there alive, and you will not die happy.
Just warning y’all.
What truths are revealed within?
I’ll start. It’s not about size, it’s about technique. Well, okay sometimes it’s about size, but even then, the technique has to be there.
If your boyfriend asks if you’ve ever dated a [black/Italian/Swedish/gay/any “different” type] man, and did you have sex with him, look at him with *that look * and say, “I sure did. Yes sir.” Smile when you say that.