Of course he provided good eats.. I cooked all day... Did you like the Chicken Enchilladas? He lets me buy the Tortillas now.. he used to insist I make my own...
Please don't count my bottles anymore...or at least lie about how many.. (there may be a little something in an envelope at the ending of each month...if you get my drift?)
Bottles??? What bottles???? OOOOHHHH...those empty perfume bottles the Cap'n had hid under the bed and in his draws!!!!!!!...Yes, he had dozens of them...and he swears to me he has only ONE concubine.....(FEHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~~~~)