Patty used to love to blow me in unusual places, like the Safeway parking lot every single time we went on a late night beer run (which provided incentive to underbuy beer before a party) but the best/worst/weirdest was at a cemetary, sitting on this altar/dais thing staring into the face of Jesus. Not entirely sure I'm proud of that one.
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I would have gotten away with it too, if it weren't for those meddling kids!
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