I told her to lose the yoga pants.
Get hot again, I said.
I caught her draping her tits on that biker dudeâ€™s arm and I lost it.
Iâ€™m hot, baby, she said.
That wasnâ€™t what I meant.
Thirty-three words ending with “That wasn’t what I meant.” The possibilities are truly endless. Why don’t you take a shot?