“Now add the ladies’ fingers into the broth,” ordered Helga.
“Sure,” I answered, “shall I drain the blood first?”
Big Stories in Two Little Sentences
“Now add the ladies’ fingers into the broth,” ordered Helga.
“Sure,” I answered, “shall I drain the blood first?”
I knew love was on the line, but I was exhausted and running around the issue wasn’t going to cut it anymore. So instead of serving it I threw the plate of asparagus he made at his feet, bellowing over him to drown out his warbling, “Goddamnit, John, you know I wasn’t asking about singing!”