I walked downstairs this morning to find an obese monk meditating in the middle of my kitchen.
“What on Earth’s this?!” I asked my wife, utterly perplexed.
“Well,” she said.
“You did say we should get a deep, fat Friar.”
I walked downstairs this morning to find an obese monk meditating in the middle of my kitchen.
“What on Earth’s this?!” I asked my wife, utterly perplexed.
“Well,” she said.
“You did say we should get a deep, fat Friar.”