Well, Father's day is coming up and, if you're like me, you're as far away as an overloaded Escort Wagon could carry you. But I still get him a gift, the kind you get when you live a half country away (a DVD player). However, for those of you who live close enough to get personal with a Dad, I think I've come across the perfect gift.
You see, I do a little side spinning with a burlesque troupe. They call me whenever they'll be at a fire friendly venue, but sometimes they overload the bill. This just happened and they asked if I could do the next one. I agreed but added a cupcake with a candle in it as part of my pay. When they asked why, I informed then it was my birthday. They said they'd do me one better and get me a special gift:
Boobies and whip cream.
Now, If you've got a lonely Dad, this just might perk him up for the rest of the year. And if your man is gettin that 7 year itch, this might shake things up. Heck they make 'em in a bunch of flavors now, and most still have a Nitrous carrier for a trip down blue lip lane. If you really want to get crazy, take him down to a strip club or ren faire with a can of whip cream, because permission to lick a strippers titties beats a bad tie any day.
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