You know, every time I type Conan the Love God, I just laugh at loud. For like, 10 whole minutes. I mean, my husband isn't really the Conan-looking type. He could be a Henry. Perhaps a Donald. If I'm really thinking about something exotic, maybe Emmanuel or Peeps. But Conan? Conan the Love God? There's just no way he's pulling that off.
Now to be fair, I've never seen him in a fur loincloth, but I still feel confident in my statement. He's not a Conan.
But because I'm a good wife and am willing to compromise to make my marriage the best that it can be, I'll still use it.
I just hope I don't pee my pants while doing so.
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