Hhhhhmmmm, maybe a financial venture, the Boys of Homo Depot Calendar. Yeah, I think it'd sell.
And then there were all the road crews out, cutting the grass, filling in pot holes, bending over with those tight asses in the air.
Oooops, need to stop thinking about that at work. I'm supposed to act professional at work, not drool on my desk.
Just got the email from the Q-dating thing, Saturday night. Apparently, there were 2 matches. And 4 others who wanted to get to know me, that I did not mark yes on. Now what will I do? I was almost hoping, none of them marked yes.