Last week at work, I was hurriedly walking past a group of folks sitting in our lounge area and had an embarrassing little exchange. It went a little something like this:
B: Hey, young lady! Are you pregnant?
Me: No, just fat.
Gotta love that B. His face seemed to beam like a proud future uncle as he asked me and waned the moment I uttered "no".
Damn, that Creme Brulee ice cream decadence in a pint-sized cup.
Not sure who's the daddy, Ben or Jerry.
Damn, that Creme Brulee ice cream decadence in a pint-sized cup.
Not sure who's the daddy, Ben or Jerry.
(Sorry. I couldn't resist!)
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