So, this happened… at some point…
No, I’m not going to tell you what happened afterward.
No, I’m not telling you who he is.
No, You can’t come over and photograph us baking together.
Unless you’re cute.
Send me pics of yourself, or pies you’ve made to email@example.com
And, enjoy the warmer weather, Jerks!
2 thoughts on “One Photograph”
You have a pretty good gimmick going on. You picture who you want and slip them the line; “I see you between a lemon custard cream and my legs.”
Did you already do a baked Alaska and a baked blond pairing?
I’d settle for a Japanese and key lime.