Sir Paul’s Bride is a Urinal

Sir Paul’s Bride is a Urinal

Am I the only one who laughed though this story? “Hi, I would like a job selling crousants.” “Hey, aren’t you that bird what was getting pissed on outside?” “Yessir.” “Why, hell yes, you can be my personal assistant.” (Insert Pulp Fiction music here.) And how did you like the “He’s the youngest man I ever dated”? My first thought was, “Damn… now that is a golddigger.

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