When you hug someone, do you do that ass sticking up in the air thing?
Nope. I do the full-frontal pelvic hug, though I’m careful not to be creepy.
You like pressure on your pelvis? Interesting.
Not bottom-of-the-ocean pressure, but a good hug won’t be destroyed by a pelvis tap.
Pelvis taps vary depending on intention.
Thus, it is important not to let the tap turn into a grind for a casual hug. Save that for the dance floor.
I only dance when I am drunk. Perfect opportunity to take advantage.
You should dance more often. Even when there isn’t music.
The one time I did that, someone asked me if they could ring my bell.
You should have rang their bell with a right cross.
I am rather picky about who I allow to ring my bell.
I always thought getting your “bell rung” was getting punched in the head.
No. It means..well..you know.
I know what it means to you because…well…you’re you. To a boxer, it means getting punched in the head. I’d rather experience your definition, if given the choice.
You want to ring my bell? I knew it.
Again, you and your trap questions.
Honesty is always the best policy.
Okay, I would definitely not want to punch you in the head. Unless, of course, you tried to carjack me.
It’s not your car I am interested in.
*gulp*
Is it someone else’s car you’re interested in?
Nope.
Is this one of those moments when I realize it would have been prudent of me to locate the emergency exits when I came in?
More than likely. You have free will to use the exit at any time. But here you are.
Call 911. I’m being held hostage in my own blog.
I will undo the rope and let you free, if you wish.
Well, now that I know I have a choice, I’m not all that sure.
The choice is yours.
Oh, geez. This is difficult. I’ll have to flip a coin.
*flip*
Okay, best two out of three.
What was the outcome? Do I stay or do I go?
It landed on the edge and just balanced there. Weird.
Blow on it.
Sneaky.
I wasn’t winking at you, I had an eyelash stuck in my eye. Down tiger.
That’s better than getting a toenail stuck in your eye. Believe me when I say it’s very painful.
What sort of shenanigans caused that, I wonder. You must have a foot fetish.
I knew you were a softy under that hard candy shell.
My grumpiness is just a ruse.
When you hug someone, do you do that ass sticking up in the air thing?
Nope. I do the full-frontal pelvic hug, though I’m careful not to be creepy.
You like pressure on your pelvis? Interesting.
Not bottom-of-the-ocean pressure, but a good hug won’t be destroyed by a pelvis tap.
Pelvis taps vary depending on intention.
Thus, it is important not to let the tap turn into a grind for a casual hug. Save that for the dance floor.
I only dance when I am drunk. Perfect opportunity to take advantage.
You should dance more often. Even when there isn’t music.
The one time I did that, someone asked me if they could ring my bell.
You should have rang their bell with a right cross.
I am rather picky about who I allow to ring my bell.
I always thought getting your “bell rung” was getting punched in the head.
No. It means..well..you know.
I know what it means to you because…well…you’re you. To a boxer, it means getting punched in the head. I’d rather experience your definition, if given the choice.
You want to ring my bell? I knew it.
Again, you and your trap questions.
Honesty is always the best policy.
Okay, I would definitely not want to punch you in the head. Unless, of course, you tried to carjack me.
It’s not your car I am interested in.
*gulp*
Is it someone else’s car you’re interested in?
Nope.
Is this one of those moments when I realize it would have been prudent of me to locate the emergency exits when I came in?
More than likely. You have free will to use the exit at any time. But here you are.
Call 911. I’m being held hostage in my own blog.
I will undo the rope and let you free, if you wish.
Well, now that I know I have a choice, I’m not all that sure.
The choice is yours.
Oh, geez. This is difficult. I’ll have to flip a coin.
*flip*
Okay, best two out of three.
What was the outcome? Do I stay or do I go?
It landed on the edge and just balanced there. Weird.
Blow on it.
Sneaky.
I wasn’t winking at you, I had an eyelash stuck in my eye. Down tiger.
That’s better than getting a toenail stuck in your eye. Believe me when I say it’s very painful.
What sort of shenanigans caused that, I wonder. You must have a foot fetish.
No, just over-zealous pruning.
Do you enjoy pruning…never mind.