A few observations from last night’s romp at the Girdlestone mansion…
- Carolyn now likes hugs. She used to not like hugs. Now she does. I fixed that. To those who’ve been disappointed by her poor response to a hug in the past, I suggest you give it another go. It’ll be better this time. I promise.
- Stacey’s mother knows who I am and reads this site. Good for her. Time to ruin that. Pop quiz, Stacey’s mom… Which boobs in the below picture belong to your daughter?
“Don’t bother smiling.”
- My new favourite serving portion of roasted potatoes is “large foil lasagna pan.” Previously it was “stainless steel mixing bowl,” but after last night I’ve made the adjustment.
- Every time Allison forcefully hugged or embraced me or Jeff, or asked Shaun if one of us could come home with them, I immediately glanced over at Shaun’s face for a reaction. His look of indifference was both unexpected and delightful.
- If anyone finds themselves standing in a quiet backyard at 1:21 am and wishes the air was filled with high volume rants about “PUSSY,” Jeff has demonstrated that he’s able to fill this need.
- Dan was present and accounted for. It would appear that since he’s acquired a modest amount of pectoral muscle he’s decided he now has no use for scalp hair or the friendship of a Carolan. Only time will tell if this move will pay off for the currently least popular Zammit sibling.