May all your zombie-savior candy dreams come true. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to chaperone a sexy egg hunt for six call girls wearing classic Playboy Bunny costumes. Ta ta.
“Montgomery!” I bellowed after returning home from work this afternoon. “Mont-gom-er-y!” Half a second later, my layabout butler emerged from the kitchen. “‘Allo, guv’nor!” he said, smiling broadly. “And how was it at the office today, wot wot?” “Terrible,” I… Read More ›