Maybe occasionally, for the frisson of it, but mostly it would the the charming grins and twinkle in the eye and smooveness.
Paroxysms of lust aside, he seems like a man that would lead with his hips as often as his hand. Just for the frisson of it.
Unrelated: Uni pee.
Sean is dead to me. I lurve Shamrock shakes.
Blech. All yours, ChiKat.
Also? My whole floor smells like salmon. I hate salmon. Peew.
ita gives me an opening for a rant I've been meaning to go on for some time: I hate squatting, and I hate squatters! THEY are the reason toilet seats are nasty! If everyone put their THIGHS on the seat, and their pee in the BOWL, the seat would be clean. My thighs are not nasty. Unlike your pee, which I am always having to CLEAN UP OFF THE SEAT. Makes me nuts.
Also? My whole floor smells like salmon. I hate salmon. Peew.
You are hard to please, my friend. Next you'll be complaining about people throwing piss at you when you're shooting in Los Angeles alleyways.
Blech. All yours, ChiKat.
More for me!! I make no pretense that it's "good" food. But I enjoy the fake greenness of it. Yum!
Suh-weet. This would be perfect for me and my lack of memory.
To tag onto Jesse's rant--I've been told "It's just pee!" Know what? I don't sit in my own urine, and I don't want to sit in yours.
I've been told "It's just pee!"
Who would say that?? That's just all kinds of wrong.
Diner loves me, Diner bring me food.
Yeah verily Jesse speaks the truth. They're just your legs. Put them where all the other legs have been. OR WIPE IT UP YOUR DAMN SELF.