If the Guy Next to Me Had Been British, He Would Have Whispered, “Put Your Baps Away, Love”

Possessing a highly refined gift for Dickin’ Around, I invariably run late. Naturally, as I attempt to ram my way out of the house, idiocy abounds. The other week, when I was trying to get to the gym to do a little cardio and then attend yoga class, I was chasing the clock. In my… Continue reading If the Guy Next to Me Had Been British, He Would Have Whispered, “Put Your Baps Away, Love”

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