There was a woman I was talking to about a year or so ago. She had heard a bit about my sexual history, and she was actually impressed. In fact, she nearly fell out of her chair.
I didn’t see her for a while. Then she saw me again.
“Hey stud. How are you?”
Now that’s the proper way to address a man!
Boy that felt nice. After she said that, I thought, “Man, my life is fulfilled. Now I can go home, lie down, never wake up and die happy. I don’t need to do anything more in life.”