I'm not far behind him.
I know we are his, but he's such a handsome dude.
It's winter. It's cold. Someone is going to spend her night on top of me, or between my legs.
Man - change the gender in that sentence and it sounds like my 20s.
Very very cold. Yet it wasn't anything near what it would be in another day after this pic was taken.
She knows how be comfortable.
Polar Vortex Pick-Up.
I sent the picture to my mother. She texted back asking why I was wearing a wig!
Song by: the B-52's