Call me a hypocrite. While I am not really a holiday season kind of gal, I always look forward to opening Christmas presents. This goes double for presents from my best buddy Rachael. She always picks out the most interesting gifts. This year was no exception.
One can of spray adhesive. Mr. Heather was a little disturbed by this item, as he suspected I might put it to some suspect use. More specifically, on him:
Great, now you can glue my dick to my stomach.
I assured him I would not do such a thing. If for no other reason because the instructions forbade me from doing so.
Then again, maybe Rachael had this nefarious scheme in mind? Why else would she have also given me:
1. A package of clothes pins shaped like feet.
2. A can of compressed air, and last, but not least…
3. A bottle of whiskey.
On that note I will leave you, dear readers, to draw your own conclusions.
Miss Heather
forget chocolate-covered strawberries! nothing says loving like compressed air and clothespin feet.
All the ingredients for a fun night at home with someone you love!