"For three days last year, Fred was a parrot, and sat on a perch by the register and screamed about 'pieces of eight' the whole time (when he wasn't whistling at Angelina when the shop was empty and asking her about 'junk in the trunk', whatever that is)."
This cracked me up entirely... What a fun and hot piece. And your Angelina was to die for, so strong and lovely.
This cracked me up entirely... What a fun and hot piece. And your Angelina was to die for, so strong and lovely.