hot bitch
when I took my wife to flavortown general they smothered her in grilled onions, gravy, and texas toast. topped her off with a kentucky bourbon mustard. At the end of it all they said “no charge, enjoy your visit to flavorcountry” and that was it.
now imagine that bill in the u.s.!
Please your wife? Ok I guess you asked nicely
This is why commas are important!
You forgot the comma, idiot… “Please, my wife… She’s very ill”. Maybe crop that shit.
She’s entirely undressed.
Well I have bad news and a snack.
- Xavier
“What’s wrong, Doc?”
“Here’s your problem. She doesn’t have any toppings. No relish. No chili. Nothing. It’s no surprise she didn’t last a minute in Flavortown.”
“Damn it! I’ve been a fool!”
By the look of how easily that giant hot dog fits in that hallway, I’m pretty sure she’s been pleased enough…
