
posted by Gidge Uriza
I used to shop, with my old crew, and listen to boys endlessly fawning over them. We’d TP into a place to shop or dance, or – back in the day, gamble….and SUDDENLY boys would flock over to them babbling about how pretty they were. And not your usual “I want make sex”. These were boys with the sense to use some smoother verbiage in their quest to “make sex”. Continue reading











