Typical…Bits the dog just waits for me to drop a tomato, and he (the good-looking guy) is forever searching for a sweet deal on vinyl, eBay is his drug of choice. Sauce is simmering and the lasagna is going to be killer.
Me, not liking the Blackjack dealer because she cheats clearly and him with a hot lead on a NOS (new old stock) turntable. If you look close, he is breaking a sweat he wants it so bad. Tissue baby?
