I recite this every time I’m standing in the kitchen with a tragic, dark-haired, green-eyed beauty gazing up at me and wailing his heart out.
Sarcasm doesn’t work on cats, but I still do it.
I recite this every time I’m standing in the kitchen with a tragic, dark-haired, green-eyed beauty gazing up at me and wailing his heart out.
Sarcasm doesn’t work on cats, but I still do it.