I was having lunch with my married friend the other day, and we saw a smoking hot girl. She was wearing knee-high socks and a skirt, showing just the right amount of thigh. Then, she bent over to more thoroughly study the bottom-shelf muffins, accidentally exposing her glowing, smooth, perfectly tan, taut--Whoa! Sorry. I just blacked out there for a second. What was I talking about? Oh yeah!--she exposed her breathtaking 19-year-old ass, in her cute, white boy shorts, and my friend turned to me and said, "You know, the only thing I miss about unmarried life . . . is fucking lots of girls. That's it."
Which, obviously, is hilarious because, what else is there to miss?! That's the whole thing!
Then, later, we again found ourselves talking about the muffin girl's muff, and my buddy shook his head and said, "If my wife knew the shit we talked about..." And I asked, "Would she actually care?" And he replied, "C'mon. Let's keep it real. I don't think she'd be too thrilled to hear me perving out on some teenage girl's knickers."