>>13326397I meet her at a smoky bar in the middle of Paris. She walks up to me in a beautiful silver dress with emerald green accents and expensive red heels. There’s a slit in the lower half of her outrageously tight and provocative outfit. She opens it up, revealing her thick, muscular thigh to me. We sit down and order two cocktails. She asks me what my first thought upon seeing her was as she leans in and rests her hand on my leg.
I tell her my first thought was that she needs to cut back on the steroids because her liver looks like a glob of Velveeta cheese and she’s looking a wee bit mannish.
