Wonderful Rain: 51 of 52
Normally my helmet (AquaNet) and shield (Glovolium) protect my leathery sheen…but I absolutely adore the rain. Like rum to raisin in my paste-like fruit cake, the rain plumps up my skin. It almost makes me feel like a teenager again. Ah, the good old days when a girl could try to sleep with the entire football team and still feel like a lady. That’s how I met Rocco you know. I’d worked through the entire defense, and offense…and I was down to the kicker and punter on special teams. When he took off that silly little one bar helmet after kicking a field goal, I knew I’d found him. I still wanted to nail the punter, but he was also trying to sleep his way through the football team.
Who says true love doesn’t exist?
