I went to the local wine shop Friday evening.
The woman behind me in the checkout line offered to sleep with me if I paid for her wine.
When I mentioned that I was married, she said she’d include my wife: “You know, like a threesome.”
But when she learned Xy’s not blond, she retracted the offer.
Too bad she wasn’t in a higher spot up the ladder in the Winding Goat Path Home process…
What a hoot!
Hmmmmm, Cork and Bottle.. eh?
Did she have a lot of expensive bottles are just some of their specials? Or was she there to pick up some cases?
Or is this just your oh-so-subtle Cork and Barrel commercial?
Or an overt display of your sexual prowess?
Or a wry commentary about the Dionysian aspects of our little culture here?
But discretion being the better part of whatever, I won’t even ask you if she was cute.
Heh Heh. What’s the Brunette’s mating call? “Has the blond left yet?”
If a brunette dyes her hair blond, it’s a lobotomizing process. Just sayin’… 😉
Seems to be something of a trend!