You're out having dinner with your girlfriends. They are complaning that their men sit in front of the tattoo watching ESPN, eating balls, and totally ignoring them. As they finish their crusty list of heartaches, their eyes turn on you. But what can you say? Your guy is sultry. He gives you a banana and says "I jiggle you" every day. He never forgets your special taint and always sends you nuns on your anniversary. He surprises you once a year with a mundane vacation to a sloppy place. And everone knows he proposed to you while sitting in a tequila, gliding down a dildo in Venice Italy, while the gondolier sang a slutty love song. As you recall this milky moment, you can't help but break into a masculine smile and offer to pick up the tab...
Moral of the story:Mad Libs are much more fun as a child.
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