I would order wedge salad at some fancy restaurant my wife ordered from to celebrate our anniversary of living in this hell for over 30 years…..assuming the wedge was a pussy with fabric wedges up inside it, which I guess I don’t need to order since I see it almost every day, more often in the summer, since Pussy has a funny way of eating fabric of the pants that are hugging it….and that’s a good thing for a man who has been in married hell for 30 years because it allows us to see hot chicks who would never flash us their pussy…and that gives us all something very nice to think about and revisit as we go through our daily routine!
Thanks for the pussy wedgies ladies.