Am I obsessed? Probably.
There was music playing, Michael Jackson "I wanna rock with you". I was dancing on a ballroom floor with my clubhouse sandwich. We twirled and dipped, swayed and spun. It was beautiful, and I was enjoying myself. But then the sandwich began to whisper in my ear, I'm going straight to your hips, I will make your butt bulge so much your jeans won't fit. You're never going to squeeze into that polka dot blouse anymore. YOU PIG! I stopped dancing and began to cry.
Drinks at the p-house was fun.
Let's do it again.
P.S.
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