Lap
January 6th, 2011 § Leave a Comment
No, she’s not my girlfriend, she’s my mum. What? I’m not looking at her like anything, what are you insinuating? Listen here, she’s my mother and I’ll look at her in any which way I so please and if she wants to sit on my lap then she’ll sit on my lap. Now, get us a bottle of the house red whilst we decide what to order, thank you.
