- boy:i hate being poor
- grandpa:were going to the fun factory
- mr chocolate:hello naughty children its murder time
So my boyfriend and I were making out and things got a little heated. He started touching my breasts, and eventually he asked if he could lift my bra up to see them. I said, “I don’t know…” to which he hugged me a little tighter, smiled, and said, “That still sounds like there’s a “no” in there. That’s okay sweetie.”
And that, ladies and gentleman, is how that situation SHOULD be handled.