I would totally play football with him.
I though Nick Lachey only made it as far north as Tacoma? :P
Damn! I went to bed too early. I'd let him pelt me.
...that didn't stop folks in the neighborhood from pulling out cardboard covered with garbage bags and sledding down the street. I love that!
Not to diminish the hottie's creative selection of winter-wear, but those are quite decidedly not "wee panties." Not even close. See, e.g., GoSoftWear, which are the briefest of briefs.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
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