I will not reveal the culprit in my story. I will assure you that it is true.
We were watching GMA and enjoying a piping hot cup of coffee. The vic finished his/her coffee, stood up and bent over to talk to the dogs while holding the empty cup behind his/her back. Apparently, the cup was not entirely empty and while leaning over a little trickle of black gold drizzled down his/her back and continued on the easiest path. Slipping through pajamas and right into the unsuspecting butt crack.
New phrase at the Roderick's . . . butt crack canyon.
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