Mr. Right Now
There’s Mr. Right, and then there’s Mr. Right Now.
Let me say: CAN I GET AN “AMEN, MOTHERFUCKER!” FOR MR. RIGHT NOW.
Ever since I was twelve years old I can recall girl friends talking about finding their knight in shining armor, their prince, their Mr. Right. Um, that can be a mightly long, lonely (and horny) wait, sweetie. Until then, wouldn’t you like someone to help keep the bed warm and your body limber? The jack rabbit can die you know. It’s ideal to have flesh-and-blood-rushing-to-penis man occasionally.
Enter Mr. Right Now.
