But, her boyfriend turned out not to be so straight after all, I'm guessing.
The thing I like best about this story is that for once, no one is trying to make her out to be the good half of the Cheney marriage. I hate those stories.
Say, you know who else is attending (not the usual thing, but a thinly-veiled inquiry as to who else here will be there)?
You just want to whisper 'It's a big fucking deal' directly into his ear, so he says, You're a bad kitty, aren't you.'
The temptation is crowning. . .
The temptation is growing. . .
Will they also be $5 until 7 and do we get a choice of broiled or fried?
I am experiencing strong temptation to attend.
Math is involved, so they are exempt from accountability.