“What girl wouldn’t immediately disrobe when served Oral Tator-Splosions or Get Stuffed and Bust-a-Nut Squash? Who among us hasn’t been halfway out the door when a guy murmured, “Wait, I’ve got Diddle That Cous Cous on the stove top”?
The book’s website is particularly obsessed with the advantages of having your date “already in your lair.” (Free tip to dudes who might be reading this: Referring to your home as a “lair” sounds some major alarm bells.) But don’t worry! Walker is totally not suggesting you serve your So Ready to Meat My Balls with a side of roofie cocktails” [source]
slightly more amusing than Microwave for One which is only one step away from my blog.