Rich, Young, Dumb, Nymphomaniac
I want a rich, young, dumb nymphomaniac. Especially one that owned a liquor store. That would solve many of the worlds problems. Ok, maybe none of the world's problems, but at least some of mine. I would get sex all the time, would never have to work, and she could bring home alcohol everyday and call it "work". She would be the kind of woman who doesn't care if I brought home another woman. Hell, she would join in on the activities. And by activities I don't mean Go Fish. Or Texas Hold 'em. Or dinner and a movie. I mean sex for those of you who still don't get it. She also wouldn't bitch if I didn't pay a whole lot of attention to her. Cause all she wants is the sex. Which is why she's a nympho. Course, she doesn't have to be dumb. Hell, she could be a genius for all I care. I have no qualms about women being smart. I think its kinda sexy. But young would be nice. Now don't get me wrong, I like older ladies as much as the next guy. But shes gotta be able to outlive me easy so I don't get stuck with all the funeral arrangments. Cause I think I would probably fuck that up pretty bad. But any way, I just want a rich, young, dumb nymphomaniac. Good ol' Jason Boland has got it all figured out. Smart man. Well, I'm off to start the interviews. Laters.

1 Comments:
hehe, this is Erin again.... that the song all my friends say is my song!! Kinda funny!!!
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