I was recently introduced to the njoy...I must admit, I felt terribly misled for the first few minutes--I did not like it.
Not in the least little bit thank you very much. It hurt! No that he seems to mind--I keep telling him that I'm not a masochist...Doesn't seem to phase him much.
I got over it somewhere between that thought, and the mind blowing sex which occurred later.
I'm going somewhere with this, and it's quite far from any logical conclusions that might be drawn from my opening paragraph.
Every single time I see an njoy brand sugar packet, I giggle and think something juvenile and inappropriate.
Because I have a dirty mind (okay, some might say filthy, but there's no need to argue over semantics).
|Oh yes--exploit me!|
No good ever comes from letting a perfectly good dirty mind go unused!