“Hott Dude” cooked out on his grill tonight. He must have been really hungry, he cooked right much stuff, and I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him. Of course, he kept slamming things, and whistling, so it was hard to miss him. Black pants, barefoot, and shirtless…umm.
Then when I went around to the front of my house, he just had to come out and mess with his car.
Lord help me, (not really), I see where this may be headed, and I think I may just be inclined to let it just go there….:)