Guess who showed up on my work's doorstep this afternoon? Penniless and soaked? Poor little Lilly...she only had $1.78, so I bequeathed to her a dowry of goldfish crackers, ginger ale and string cheese. It looks like her color is finally coming back...
Upon our second meeting, we locked eyes from across a crowded bar. We were brought together by a magnetic, platonic, electronic, supersonic attraction. We were drunk on Blue Moon and free pizza and high off of a sweet trivia victory in a world before Chris Brown beat Rihanna's face. Love was in the air and there was nobody more interesting for us to speak with. We then delved deeper as discussion veered towards our fondness of Vegas. Lilly loves that Hooter's bacon and Lulu can't get her fill of prime, Grade-A Australian water polo meat. And thus Meat Mavericks sprang from our loins.
Is she dancing with a stingray?
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