I got home late for dinner. “Hang on a sec – you’re impugning one of the bitches…” Uncle Mark was saying as I plopped into my seat.
Hey – I’m not one to judge. Who’s a bitch?
“My bitches,” said my 16-year-old cousin Mitch. Continue reading
I got home late for dinner. “Hang on a sec – you’re impugning one of the bitches…” Uncle Mark was saying as I plopped into my seat.
Hey – I’m not one to judge. Who’s a bitch?
“My bitches,” said my 16-year-old cousin Mitch. Continue reading