Bigger boobs. Big enough for me to play with in Michigan. Why isn’t this obvious to you?
Good lord, woman, if they were much bigger I’d essentially be married to a capital P with a head.
(Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Except that next year’s anniversary present would probably be some sort of a back support device.)Pencil me in for a 12 hour hug while you are in town for the wedding, won’t you? Thank you!
n.b. I thought about listing it as “Burgit Meeting” ala “Budget Meeting” but I liked this better.
That’s right. If any of you suckers want TJ on the 30th, you’re going to have to go through me first.