Champagne Day and I didn't need much convincing — bottle's open and my dress gave up on both shoulders already 😈 Come pour the next glass for me.
Champagne Day and I didn't need much convincing — bottle's open and my dress gave up on both shoulders already 😈 Come pour the next glass for me.
Gumbo Day means a proper dark roux, and a dark roux waits for no clothes 😈 Come taste it straight off my spoon.
Okonomiyaki Day and I'm doing the two-spatula flip like I was born for it — the apron is technically still on 😈 Bet you'd do the mayo zigzag for me.
World Porridge Day and the robe gave up somewhere around the first stir — now I'm at the stove in nothing but steam and skin 😈 Come warm your hands on me instead.
Beer and Pizza Day and I answered the door in exactly this 😈 One slice down, tee already sliding off my shoulder — come claim the other half of the pie with me.
Soba Day and I went full Tokyo breakfast — cold noodles, dipping sauce, and nothing else on 😈 Come share the dipping cup with me.
Noodle Day called for eating straight from the pot — and somewhere between the boiling water and the chopsticks, clothes stopped being part of the plan 😈 Come steal the next bite off my fork.
Garlic Lover's Day won and now I'm in bed eating garlic bread with nothing else on 😈 Garlic breath and all — you'd still risk it, right?
Apple Betty Day pulled me out of bed to bake and now I'm eating it straight from the dish with nothing else on 😈 Come get the last warm bite off my fingers.
Taco Day and Vodka Day landed on the same Sunday so obviously I'm doing both — the flannel is the only thing that survived so far 😈 Come hold my drink while I eat.