Women love chocolate. With one exception. In 12 days I am going on a quickie Poker cruise the last one I was on I partied hard late into the night, I then crawled into my bed as not to wake up my bunk mates. In the morning I screamed looking at my bed then grabbing my neck for some kind answer to the question “who stabbed me in the night” why? OMG the sheets had what appeared to be old blood high up on the pillow area. Duh, these luxurious cruises place a chocolate on your pillow before you retire, I fell asleep and melted that damn Ghirardelli chocolate square. Mystery solved.
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