I picture her in her p-hat, digging into a tub of neopolitan, halfway thru a bottle of cheap Pinot Grigio, watching reruns of sex in the city with the phone cord pulled out of the wall.
“I picture her in her p-hat, digging into a tub of neopolitan, halfway thru a bottle of cheap Pinot Grigio, watching reruns of sex in the city with the phone cord pulled out of the wall.”
She was doing all but the last when she went to the restaurant to lead the charge against the Sanders Family.
Box wine variety.
Those are now Feckless Hunt Hats...
What, no cats?