Showing posts with label cialis. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cialis. Show all posts

Monday, September 8, 2008

This has nothing to do with erectile dysfunction, thank god

Have you seen that Cialis commercial where the couple is in the kitchen, all lovey dovey making out and shit, and they lean on the kitchen faucet (like that's normal) and it breaks? I tried to find the video, but no dice. So here is a photo montage for your imagination:


(imagine this is the kitchen)


Well technically that isn't how it goes, but my version is better and you know it.

Anyway, this weekend I had a very similar occurrence. The kid went to grandma's house on Friday and we had two days of blissful, quiet, relaxing naked alone time to look forward to. It had been a while since I did the shaving routine, and I thought it would be nice if my boyfriend didn't get cut while I was wrapping my legs around his back, so I went in the shower to take care of business. I took my time, exfoliating and shaving all the way past the knee, and when I was finally finished, I went to turn the faucet off but nope, wasn't happening. I twisted it to the left some more, then back to the right to turn it off again, but it was even worse. Fuck. Water was shooting out everywhere, at geyser force. I wrapped a towel around myself and went into the bedroom, only to be greeted by my ready and raring to go boyfriend. I was faced with a decision:

Bad girl: "Just do him! Be spontaneous! Its hot."
Good girl: "He'd be so pissed if I flooded the house, though."
Bad girl: "No, that's hot! Then you could writhe around all over the floor together, water streaming over the edge of the tub onto your bodies flushed with lust and need, making your bodies steam with wanton desire!"
Good girl: "Wow, that is pretty hot I guess."
Bad girl: "Girl, I know you so well. So do it, just go do it...you know you want to. Deb would. HappyHourSue would. Jenny definitely would, that bitch it crazy."
Good girl: "Welllll....."

And then the battle of good vs. evil was interrupted by JP asking, "Honey! What the hell is that noise?"

Unfortunately, it took like 45 minutes to fix. On the plus, I got to see my naked boyfriend wielding a screwdriver. And if you don't think seeing your significant other nude, using tools and fixing stuff is hotter than a June bride in a feather bed, then you are obviously not as fucked up as I am. Kudos.