It was my birthday on Friday. Whit got up early and blew up, by sheer power of lung and breath, 25 balloons to decorate our apartment. Then, when I got home, she had dinner made and ready for me.
What more could a man ask for?
It was my birthday on Friday. Whit got up early and blew up, by sheer power of lung and breath, 25 balloons to decorate our apartment. Then, when I got home, she had dinner made and ready for me.
What more could a man ask for?