As the party started to really take off, Rick removed his shirt, grabbed hold of his love handles* and climbed into the sack.
*those things in his hands are his custom made, special order aboriginal didgeridoo’s… he calls them his Love Handles.
As the party started to really take off, Rick removed his shirt, grabbed hold of his love handles* and climbed into the sack.
*those things in his hands are his custom made, special order aboriginal didgeridoo’s… he calls them his Love Handles.
Bizarre
I want to hear the rest of the story, but I don’t think I want to know what the black puddle is.
I’m not sure Rick wants to know either.