So, I am going to venture into bedtime stories. I am going to keep it PG rated so you can uncover your eyes. Well, I'll let you know before it gets crazy anyhow.
So, Mike and I have had a wonderful Saturday full of playing dinosaurs, snacking around, watching loads of college ball, and general goodness. So, we have been a little frisky all afternoon. All covert of course. I don't think we could afford therapy on top of the boys college tuition. So, after the boys are down we are in the kitchen making nachos. I am dicing the jalapenos and I see Mike giving me the look. So, naturally I drop the peppers and make a mad dash for the bedroom. We are fooling around a bit and the head in for the big game. We are really having fun ...(oh some timid people should've probably had their eyes closed about 30 words ago. Sorry for the late heads up.) and I notice it is warm. I mean .... it is really smoking down there. Never mind, I think. I'll deal.
Well, to make a long story short I realized I'd forgotten something vital. And I will give this to you as the motto of my story:
Always wash the jalapeno juice off your hands before touching private parts and/or engaging in intercourse.
*Vintage Post
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