One of the nicest moments of my class reunion was when Susan Stringer told me she'd always thought I had such nice skin. "And you still do."
I wanted to tie her up, pack her into the trunk of my my car, and take her home with me.
Ah, Fio, your vanity knows no bounds.
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1 comment:
That’s exactly how I proposed to my wife, although she wasn’t saying nice things about my skin. It took quite a while for her to get over it, but everything is fine now, except for my skin.
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