“I knew you were coming down the hall,” Mom said, “because I could hear your thighs rubbing together.”
The woman had such a way with words.
Well, Mom is long gone. Unfortunately, my bulbous thighs aren’t. And sadly, I’ve realized at this portly point in my life, spontaneous combustion ignited by these well-rounded gams could occur any moment.
And you were worried about Kim Jong-Un. I guess it’s January and time to channel my inner Twiggy, thus avoiding nuclear fission.
OK, so I had fun ove...