My hope for my sons is that although they may be as handsome as their father, they are also cool enough about it to make this their Profile Pic on dating apps.
I’m in quarantine at a farm that has hens in the back, and the owner will bring you eggs if you ask for them. Today I asked for some. She told me the hens didn’t lay today.
I guess the lesson here is that ovulation is a fickle bitch, and my cycle is synched with the hens’.
It seems like a lifetime ago that we made our first blowjob joke, and thought people will either get it or they won’t. We found our people. They call themselves Earpers. And it’s clear because we are standing here that when Earpers speak the world hears them.