Sterling Rambo's Playlist

Imagination Station:

WARNING: NOT FOR PRUDES OR EASILY OFFENDED FEMINISTS

As a man, it is our manly duty to have a manly playlist that entices the ladies. But then again, I don’t need a playlist to entice the ladies—I’m already irresistible. Here’s what I listen to with my woman:

Her: “You’re disgusting.”
Me, the man: “What? I thought you said you wanted to slow dance.”

Manly me: "This is my idol baby."
Her: "You're an idiot."
Me, manly man: "So is your face."

Her: "What are your political views?"
Man=Me: "You know what politics is?  But... you're a woman..."

Me, the uber man: "Honey, I'm sick."
Her: "Want some chicken noodle soup?"
Total stud muffin, a.k.a me: "No, but I think you know what I need WINK WINK."

Me, about to be a total man: "Honey, I've got a confession."
Her: "Yes?"
Me, the man: "Tina got a big ole butt, so I'm leaving you."