You know those moments…
…when you’re in the middle of cooking a midnight batch of dill’n’bacon potatoes and suddenly can’t cook any longer without being in your leopard kaftan but you mistakenly pull out the sexy 70s loungewear leopard number that “Santa” gave you two Christmases ago and decide to ~*~just go with it~*~, and because you’re wearing that special motherfucker you need to put on an apron so it doesn’t get stained and OH HEY IS THAT THE LEATHER COLLAR AND LEASH BENEATH THE APRON? and you ~*~just go with that~*~, too, and go back to cooking dinner until your partner notices the outfit change so you take a wee detour together that ultimately ends with confit belly pork, dill’n’bacon potatoes, leftover broad bean pilaf and your ass getting eaten out to Billy Joel’s “Piano Man” in an opened kitchen doorway at 12:08 AM?
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