Titties on display = rejection cure?
I think I am in heat.
You know those movies where the guy gets bitten by a werewolf and he only has five minutes until he turns into one himself? And his girlfriend is crying over him and he’s all like “Go, go, save yourself,” but she is clearly deaf and just stands there? And he is screaming “RUN,” and she stays just a moment too long and he rips out her throat? This is how I feel. These are those five minutes, and I am warning you.
