Try it. I dare you. I dare you to tell me this doesn’t do it for you. I dare you to tell me you wouldn’t want a piece of this action. I dare you to tell me you wouldn’t be happy just watching them hug and congratulate each other all day long.
Try it and don’t lie. This, my fellow gossips, is pure molten loin quivering perfection.
My thanks to Debbie for the distraction. I owe you girl.