Unlike most people who have the weekend off, I have an even busier weekend than usual.
And tonight is, as is typical for a holiday weekend, INSANE.
Dear gentlemen (and I use this word dubiously):
For the record, it's obvious that you're male from your secondary sexual characteristics, so it's really not necessary to pull your primary sexual characteristic out of your pants and show it on webcam, nor is it necessary to advertise your spastic maneuvers with it in the chatroom.
Air guitar would be more interesting, if nothing else because at least we could pretend you were playing the guitar.
Frankly, no one cares. You hear that? NO ONE CARES. You are boring and crude and if the only thing "sexy" that you can think of to do is to demonstrate that you either have a penis or you're doing charades for "There is a small, aged pickle in my pants," then I'm afraid you're likely to be no good in bed.
Not that good in bed is everything, but if all someone knows about you is that you obviously couldn't even fold a fitted sheet, much less get someone to help you make a bed and lie in it, you're less than a zero.
And so to you, Mr. Negative Number, we bid good-day.
For the rest of you, the trick to folding a fitted sheet is to slip your hands into the "pocket" corners, and use your hands to draw the sheet taut as you fold, nesting the corners inside each other as you fold it. Here, Martha shows you.
And tonight is, as is typical for a holiday weekend, INSANE.
Dear gentlemen (and I use this word dubiously):
For the record, it's obvious that you're male from your secondary sexual characteristics, so it's really not necessary to pull your primary sexual characteristic out of your pants and show it on webcam, nor is it necessary to advertise your spastic maneuvers with it in the chatroom.
Air guitar would be more interesting, if nothing else because at least we could pretend you were playing the guitar.
Frankly, no one cares. You hear that? NO ONE CARES. You are boring and crude and if the only thing "sexy" that you can think of to do is to demonstrate that you either have a penis or you're doing charades for "There is a small, aged pickle in my pants," then I'm afraid you're likely to be no good in bed.
Not that good in bed is everything, but if all someone knows about you is that you obviously couldn't even fold a fitted sheet, much less get someone to help you make a bed and lie in it, you're less than a zero.
And so to you, Mr. Negative Number, we bid good-day.
For the rest of you, the trick to folding a fitted sheet is to slip your hands into the "pocket" corners, and use your hands to draw the sheet taut as you fold, nesting the corners inside each other as you fold it. Here, Martha shows you.