She walked through the front door and stopped dead in her tracks, overcome with desire. There he was - shirtless, his muscles flexing as he vacuumed the carpet…and she hadn’t even asked him to.
| Guy at bar: | And so I keep trying to tell my wife that sienna is not a color. |
| Girl passing by: | Yes it is! Burnt sienna is a crayon you slanderous prick! |
Science is so freaking cool.