And Screed might think she smells of fruit…but I don't even want to hazard a guess as to what Tracy would say this dreamboat (or should I say dream titanic?) smells of.
Screed
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Um…maybe not.
Tracy alphabetizes her fridge; do you really think she could get over the bag of rotting
rat corpses in the corner? And Screed might think she smells of fruit…but I don't even want to hazard a guess as to what Tracy would say this dreamboat (or should I say dream titanic?) smells of. |
Anyway, I don't think it'd work out. She's gourmet coffee and biscotti, he's…Pinky and the Brain…on toast.