
The only thing better than the apple juice they served was the treats they gave out. Homemade love jam? I suspect/hope it all just sounds weirder than it tastes.

But maybe the caterers snuck a taste of the love jam. I caught the caterer with the top ponytail blatantly oogling the caterer showing off his calves while cutting the beef.

Love is in the air. And the jam.
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Cameron was my roommate.
But I bet/hope he never made Love Jam with you.
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