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Now he looked up. âThe Breville? Over my dead body.â
The answer was four.
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The waiter arrived with dessert. A single, luridly red velvet cake, shaped like a heart. Greg picked up his fork. âYou know,â he said, finally smiling, âthis is why I never had an affair.â Now he looked up
âThat can be arranged. I have a shovel in the trunk and a very flexible moral code after 8 p.m.â luridly red velvet cake
Marjorie snatched the last olive from her glass and ate it. âDonât be so sure. I hide the good lube in the same box as the tax returns. Youâve never found either.â