A while back, when I was considerably younger, I picked up a date at her parents’ home. I’d scraped together some money to take her to a fancy restaurant.



She ordered the most expensive items on the menu. Shrimp cocktail, Lobster, Champagne.



I asked her, “Does your mother feed you like that when you eat at home?”



“No,” she replied. “But my mother isn’t expecting a blow job tonight either!”



I said “Enjoy….”