I could tell you how many years, but then he’d have to kill you. And since he’s old and decrepit, you’d have to hold still for it; it’s just easier all around not to reveal the number.
Happy Birthday, honey. Love you.
I could tell you how many years, but then he’d have to kill you. And since he’s old and decrepit, you’d have to hold still for it; it’s just easier all around not to reveal the number.
Happy Birthday, honey. Love you.