As my wife and three of her friends squeezed into the car after WeightWatchers, I muttered under my breath, “Fат fuскing cows.”<br />“What was that?” snapped my wife.<br />“You herd.”
As my wife and three of her friends squeezed into the car after WeightWatchers, I muttered under my breath, “Fат fuскing cows.”
“What was that?” snapped my wife.
“You herd.”