As my wife took a bite she shrieked, “Ugh, it looks like someone’s toe in my pasty.”
“Is it Cornish?” I replied.
“No,” she answered, “it’s more like a bunion.”
As my wife took a bite she shrieked, “Ugh, it looks like someone’s toe in my pasty.”
“Is it Cornish?” I replied.
“No,” she answered, “it’s more like a bunion.”