Oooh. Who knew the topic of refried beans could be so captivating?
Last night while I was out and about, drunkenly carousing and rousing - ok I was doing laundry and getting a slice of flourless chocolate cake - I passed no less than six or seven couples (m-f and f-f, no m-m) holding hands whilst walkin' round the billyburg night. This was in a timeframe of an hour or two. What's up with that?
Well I WENT HOME AND HELD HANDS WITH MY CHOCOLATE CAKE. BUT IT DOESN'T HAVE FEET SO THAT'S WHY WE CAN'T WALK AROUND. IT'S PETNAME IS "SWEETIE" CUZ IT'S TRUE.