Seafood Buffet
Rita didn’t think much of her fiancé’s taste for dining out. Somehow muddy crayfish in a ditch didn’t equate to a seafood buffet . . .
Rita didn’t think much of her fiancé’s taste for dining out. Somehow muddy crayfish in a ditch didn’t equate to a seafood buffet . . .
Tomas-Jose was seriously thinking about heading for the Texas State Fair–home to world-class corn dogs, deep-fried ice cream, and fried chocolate-covered jalapenos . . .
Rosie wasn’t real concerned whether the Russians helped either candidate; she just wanted to know where the crayfish had gone . . .
Jerome finally knew his goal; be an Elvis look-a-like and sing “Hound Dog” and “In The Ghetto” at the Louisiana floating casinos, getting high dollar chips for tips . . .
Suzy thought the new ‘do would help in attracting the coolest guy with the best gene pool but wondered if her breeding plumage was just a little over the top . . .