Well, yeah, whatever floats your boat, gets you going, rings your bell, dings your dong, pops your champagne cork, whatever bangs your drum, tinkles your tonkles, whatever gets into your groove and whatever, quite frankly, bedazzles your vajazzle or spurts your spunk. That kind of satisfaction. Just so we’re clear. Hope that answers your question.
Because we like it and liking things is reason to live.
It doesn’t matter how long you live if you have no offspring. It feels like, statistically, gay people really shouldn’t exist. Yet here we are.
Hi, it’s me, the strangely existing gay person!
And long, long, long may you exist and be happy, NikkiDimes.
Live long, prosper, and be gay (and do crime)! 🏳️🌈🏳️🌈
You do that. Well perhaps not the crime!
Species survive not just as individuals, but as groups.
OK. May your life be full of love and… er, … satisfaction.
The Benny Benassi kind?
Well, yeah, whatever floats your boat, gets you going, rings your bell, dings your dong, pops your champagne cork, whatever bangs your drum, tinkles your tonkles, whatever gets into your groove and whatever, quite frankly, bedazzles your vajazzle or spurts your spunk. That kind of satisfaction. Just so we’re clear. Hope that answers your question.
All of the yes.
Okay. I floated my boat.
Nice.