As I saw kevin walking down the hall with his laundry I knew I had to make him mine. Turns out he likes me too and everything falls into place perfectly. Call it serendipity? or fate?
As I informed a confidant of my efforts to transition from female to male a broadcast regarding transsexualism began blaring from the wireless, what a splendid occurrence of transsexual serendipity!
The act of poking ones male genitalia through a bag of buttery popcorn you are sharing with a woman at the movies. When the women reaches for a handful of popcorn she acquires instead a handful of buttery penis. Thus the Buttery Serendipitous Handjob is created.