I’ll order whatever I want, half the fun is snatching glances of their looks of want and jealousy, mixed with disgust and little comments, before finally, capitulation and screwing up the courage to ask me for a taste. If Broccoli is so good for you why does steak taste so much better?
I’ll order whatever I want, half the fun is snatching glances of their looks of want and jealousy, mixed with disgust and little comments, before finally, capitulation and screwing up the courage to ask me for a taste. If Broccoli is so good for you why does steak taste so much better?