Once upon a full moon.
Seven of the old boys resident where I work told me they loved me tonight. Seven different ways to say it, from simpering to Kill KILL KILL.
Even though it's said with a haze of booze, and often with dribble, there's something quite disarming about being told that, and I have to scramble to find an appropriate response.
But, bless 'em.
Even though it's said with a haze of booze, and often with dribble, there's something quite disarming about being told that, and I have to scramble to find an appropriate response.
But, bless 'em.