Perfect Gentleman
I'm sitting online reading this webpage about the name Abcde and everyone who is either bashing it or defending it because they named their kid that.
Rob is lying on the couch watching TV. He's been having headaches and is cold and has been calling me over to give him hugs. During the hugs though, he has a tendency to stick his hands down my pants because, well, it's warm down there.
I came back to give him another hug and strategically moved his hands from any position that would give him easy access to my crotch or tits (seriously, his hands are pretty cold). As I'm doing this, he says in the sweetest voice ever.
"Please. I'm cold and I want a hug. I don't wanna die of hypothermia like Leonardo DiCaprio."
In moments of distress he apparently has a tendency to think about how he would potentially die. I met an old friend of his, John Wallace, Friday night and he told me a story.
Apparently the people they used to live next door to were having a wild party. Rob went and drank copious amounts of beer and hpnotic. He came back to their place really early in the morning and asked John to stay up with him, despite the fact that John had to work later that morning. Apparently Rob got scared and said: "I don't wanna die like all of those rock stars did." He proceeded to turn his head, puke, and then pass out.
Seriously, he's good times.
Rob is lying on the couch watching TV. He's been having headaches and is cold and has been calling me over to give him hugs. During the hugs though, he has a tendency to stick his hands down my pants because, well, it's warm down there.
I came back to give him another hug and strategically moved his hands from any position that would give him easy access to my crotch or tits (seriously, his hands are pretty cold). As I'm doing this, he says in the sweetest voice ever.
"Please. I'm cold and I want a hug. I don't wanna die of hypothermia like Leonardo DiCaprio."
In moments of distress he apparently has a tendency to think about how he would potentially die. I met an old friend of his, John Wallace, Friday night and he told me a story.
Apparently the people they used to live next door to were having a wild party. Rob went and drank copious amounts of beer and hpnotic. He came back to their place really early in the morning and asked John to stay up with him, despite the fact that John had to work later that morning. Apparently Rob got scared and said: "I don't wanna die like all of those rock stars did." He proceeded to turn his head, puke, and then pass out.
Seriously, he's good times.