There is a somewhat local (65 miles away) photographer lady that I want to slip the sausage to. I have invited her to come on the show, but she remains hesitant and who could blame her. Certainly not you.
Either way - I am finding myself in all manner of night sweats and physical-genital-manipulation scenarios as I bend it like Beckam just to get some damn sleep. I crank it so vigorously that it resembles that of a bus driver trying to get unstuck from a mudhole. Bending! Yanking! Pulling and Yelling! Sometimes even in circular motion as if to switch gears!
Anyways, I am thinking of hiring her to do a photo shoot.

The thinking here is that in my presence my masculine wiles might break her down for.. The Captain!
