Now that I’ve attained the key to the executive washroom where the top 10 Scriners lounge, I’d like someone to please peel me a grape and make me a grilled cheese, if that’s not asking too much.
I’m not sure I’m comfortable talking about grapes with another man in the washroom.
My bathroom has a ski lift! But I’m not supposed to tell anyone.
Wouldn’t you feel a little greasy, living life as a grilled cheese?