A while back, when I was considerably younger,
I picked up a lovely date at her parents' home.
I'd scraped together some money to take her to a fancy restaurant.
She ordered the most expensive items on the menu.
Shrimp cocktail. Lobster Patron. Champagne.
I asked her, "Does your mother feed you like this when you eat at home?"
"No," she replied. "but my mother's not expecting a blow job tonight."
I said, "Would you care for dessert?"
