I was getting ready for a dinner party when, flitting from one room to another in my skivvies, I caught a glimpse of a charming cottage just across the way. It stopped me in my tracks and I admired it for a moment before I realized that it was my cottage. “But how could that be? Where am I now? That cottage looks so sweet and warm. It must be where the dinner party is, but I did not know I was hosting the dinner party. I have not prepared. Should it be here, or should I go there? What about the food?” Thankfully, that was right when the doorbell rang and Buffer arrived. My nephew, who was visiting, stared at his lacquered, featureless face. I explained that Buffer had once asked the wrong woman to shake her ass in his face. She had invested in a bionic rear that put the mechanics of some of the best vibrators on the market to shame. Operating at 12,000 rpm, she rubbed his face right off. This was eons ago, of course. He is a perfect, albeit silent, feminist now. Buffer reminded me that the dinner party was at a restaurant on Sunset Boulevard, producing an invitation from the breast pocket of his sapphire blue, crushed velvet jacket. I let out a little sigh of relief and averted my eyes from the confounding cottage as I ran off to finish getting dressed.
I did not expect the direction this went but I am here for it 😂💚
This kept me intrigued and also made me laugh lol. Love this!