I Spy a Druid Woman
Mark's response:
"I've seen drooling women
before. Ben! You want pulled pork
for dinner?"
"Mark!" You don't know
anything."
How do you know
she's a druid?
She is out for a run
with a fistful
of leaves and branches.
Dead giveaway.
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