Ladyguns
Ladyguns are the reason men don’t eat breakfast. They’re so good, they make you forget your name, your job, and why you’re wearing pants.
Her legs were so good, I forgot how to breathe. I just stared.
I saw her legs and my brain died. I’m still in the hospital.
He asked me out. I said, 'Only if you promise not to look at my legs.' He said, 'Deal.'