They breed ‘em strong.
<me, whinging>: These cobbles are going to twist my ankle. Will you piggy-back me to the restaurant?
<boyfriend>: Sigh. Ok. Hop on.
<me, jumping on bf’s back and wrapping legs around his middle>: Ok! GO!
<boyfriend>: OMG, you’ve got a vice grip like a Belgian whore!
<me, flattered>: Yeah, I’m pretty much awesome.
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