Your pants are unseasonably bitch. I beg your pardon. Excuse me, madam, but you are sitting on my erection.
On the card I wrote, Thinking of you, and the picture was of my erect penis. I hope my local congressman got it OK.?
I spent about eight hours deep in thought over whether to get divorced. That may seem like a long time to ponder something, but I multitasked and slept at the same time. I woke up with an erection, and a decision.?
If I'm working this hard in the morning, I'd prefer it be because my man has woken me up with an eight-inch nudge.