“Property values are tanking!”
“Sorry, gramps. I don’t have a ‘dog’ in this fight”
“You don’t own a home?!”
“Let me be ‘frank’ with you. I can’t afford one.”
“You must not work as hard as I did!”
“Kiss my buns.”
Enjoying a fine solitary brandy in the evening in my study when my servant woman asks me if that will be all for the night. The smell of ethnic pussy fills the room. I stifle a scream and vomit into my silk handkerchief