Bad Taste

I think Moira’s a little POed at me. I mean, I gave her some nice flowers and jewelry for Valentine’s Day but she only gave me a crappy box of chocolates I think she picked up at a Shell station.  Some knockoff brand – a Whitman Mayo Sampler according to the box. Yuck. Now I can’t get the taste of old man out of my mouth.

Which, if I could remember her name, would bring me to a great joke about Hugh Hefner’s new bride.



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