A while back, I picked up a lovely date at her parent’s home...
I’d scraped together enough money to take her to a fancy restaurant… Of course she ordered the most expensive items on the menu . . . Patron tequila, shrimp cocktail, foie gras. lobster, Dom Perignon champagne…
I asked her, “Does your mother feed you like that when you eat at home?”
“No,” she replied, “but my mother’s not expecting a blow job tonight.”
I said, “Would you care for dessert?”