I do wonder who is having this revelation…
Might be better to convince Hubbs that calling her “Dude!” is wrong.
“Lord Almighty, feel my temperature risin’…”
Hope the dittos don’t complain about the extra weight…
Selling hot luxury motor coaches. What do you get for that, five to ten years?
You’d need another ticket for a polyp.
I wonder what’s ending.
That’s more a problem with Hollywood. In the words of Jed Clampett (more or less), they can walk hand-in-hand down Lover’s Lane alone.