Good afternoon, it makes sense to me, some things you don't
argue with....








A while back, I picked up a lovely date at her parents'
home. I'd scraped together some money to take her to a fancy
restaurant. She ordered the most expensive items on the menu. Shrimp cocktail. Lobster Patron. Champagne. I asked her, "Does your mother feed you like that when
you eat at home?" "No, " she replied, "but my mother's
not expecting a blow job tonight."


I said, "Would you care for dessert?"