My wife roped me into a fancy dress party then started to nag me about possible costumes and whether we dress up as a pair.
“Listen.” I said, exasperated, “You don’t need a costume. I’ll dress up as Crockett and we can go together as Miami Vice.”
My wife roped me into a fancy dress party then started to nag me about possible costumes and whether we dress up as a pair.
“Listen.” I said, exasperated, “You don’t need a costume. I’ll dress up as Crockett and we can go together as Miami Vice.”