Oh Clod, you shocker.
Did he also take you into the changing rooms and feed you the packaged sandwiches, leaving the plastic under a pile of discarded clothes?
Perhaps give you a little sippy from an open carton of apple juice until you'd sippied it all dry then hid the evidence behind the shampoo?!
I know that game Missus.
And you know where it ends up? In a liquor store, drunk as a skunk, pissing your pants in the middle of the aisle.
Think on, lady.
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