Grandma's Chicken Salad
The DNB is in fine form! He turns my innocuous phrases into innuendo constantly throughout the night.
"I'm not trying to poke you," I say. "If I could just put it in properly." "I wish it were bigger."
It was going nowhere good, so to speak, and I had to put a stop to it.
"Let's just have a standing rule that you don't act your shoe size, or your penis length," I admonish him.
"You don't want me to act 37?" he responds suggestively.
Oh. My. Lord.
I roll my eyes, defeated.
"What?" he asks innocently. "That's how the Europeans size shoes."
"I'm not trying to poke you," I say. "If I could just put it in properly." "I wish it were bigger."
It was going nowhere good, so to speak, and I had to put a stop to it.
"Let's just have a standing rule that you don't act your shoe size, or your penis length," I admonish him.
"You don't want me to act 37?" he responds suggestively.
Oh. My. Lord.
I roll my eyes, defeated.
"What?" he asks innocently. "That's how the Europeans size shoes."
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