You know how there are couples who swear to be faithful except in the presence of a single agreed-upon celebrity? Like, should Johnny Depp show up at the door, desperate for a shag, your husband would sigh, turn up the TV, and pretend he couldn't hear you two bumping uglies?
Well, Mark and I have come to such agreement.
My man? Is Celery Man.
Observe:
Thanks, honey.
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