Susan Evensong Sun Jul 12, 2015 1:27 am
"l Susan stares at him for a moment, willing herself to say no.
"Fine. But I can't promise I'll be any good, I don't sing much.... or ever to be more accurate."
Well, if I must sing, I'll at least sing a rude song...
Taking a deep breath, she reluctantly begins.
"Oh my grandma sells condoms to sailors,
She punctures the tip with a pin!
My grandpa does backstreet abortions,
Oh how the money rolls iiiiiiin!"
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