dimlylitmealsforone: “George Foreman leans in, puts a reassuring hand on your shoulder, and ca
dimlylitmealsforone: “George Foreman leans in, puts a reassuring hand on your shoulder, and calmly whispers in your ear that this isn’t how it works…”The opening line of your Foreman Grill erotica sits alone in a sea of MS Office white.You can’t get beyond the premise that George Foreman is in your kitchen watching you misuse his grill.There is the germ of an idea involving parsnips and a catering size tub of margarine, but you can’t figure out how to get there.You never had these problems when your muses were Mario and Sonic.Scores of .txt files filled with their carnal escapades.They became legendary on the message boards you frequented under the name ‘Rings0fGl0ry’.Tastes change. Time moves on. Now the only thing that floats your boat is retired sportsmen and the kitchenware they endorse.But you just can’t get things going.The magic is gone. -- source link