On Saturday our believed Foxy Luv turned the big 4-0. My plans to shotgun Ensure and throw creamed corn at her were totally denied. WTF! She wouldn’t even head out for a booze filled night with me. Why? Because she was hoping to get some from her hubcap.
When I asked her if she was sure she was going to get some, she said:
That’s our girl! Always keeping it klassy!