I am laughing so loud that I probably owe the upstairs neighbor a week's worth of groceries.
Picture this: Marathon sexy time with JD and we finish in a flush of "OMG...that was amazing" and "Is there any foooooooddd?"
I get online and find that Domino's is still delivering and fill up our cart with chicken wings and cheesy bread because sometimes nasty time requires nasty food.
And then, JD looks at me and says, "You have a beautiful Puss-Cow."
There's a WHOOLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEE other story involved with the puss-cow but I'm laughing too hard to tell it.