Wet
I have to tell you something:
Money turns me on. Not in a “it gives me a teeny illicit thrill” sort of way, either.
More like a, “I am a complete gold digging whore” sort of way and you can flash your cash at me all you want.
But see, it’s an important kind of gold digging. I don’t take your hard earned cash for my bills, my car payment, or my student loans. You’re little tributes and giftlets are not shucked away for my mortgage or my directv (gotta shout out for my tivo)… you pay my starbucks habit, my movie habit, my buy-myself-something habit. And I love it.
Cuz I am a greedy ho.