What Would You Do For a (Hot Affair) Klondike Bar?
What would you do for the perfect affair, as the commercial jingle goes?

What would you do for a Klondike bar/aka HOT AFFAIR?
Would you languish in Ashley Madison?
As a woman with a dick-pick-filled in-box or the run-on “hey baby, I will make u cum all night” replies? Or for the men, facing endless bots, pay-for-play solicitations, or no responses at all?
Who has it worse? Both, equally are frustrated.
What would you do for the Klondike bar version of a perfect affair?
Ladies, would you “live” hunt in grocery stores wearing yoga pants, your get-him-back black Versace shades, and a tantalizing top revealing so much cleavage that even the 19-year-old produce kid gets erect eggplant handling the limp greens?
Or be the older dude in a bar wearing Vuori joggers (bonus if you are hard), a soft V-neck t-shirt from the Gap, and veins popping through your eyes due to some steroids? A Rolex for the win. This might work for Ryan Renolds, but you are reading this because you haven’t got that game, playa!
Flexin that muscle and not the one you really want exercised, haha.
What would you do for the perfect affair?
Here are some of my favorite commercials and what they remind me of in this wacky world of cheating.
