Tonight, Gllen was very nervous for his pick in Top Chef. He actually said to me, "Pray with me, Girlfriend." And he had his hands steepled in prayer.
I was confused. "Like, pray to Jesus?"
"Yes, to Jesus." I put my hands over his and we bowed our heads. He lead the prayer. "Dear, Lord. Please don't send Jennifer home tonight so I can win my $20. Amen."
It was wierd. And apparently it worked.
So later, he told me that he was praying for me to get him some ice cream.
Gllen is the least boring person in the universe.
ReplyDeletebtw - what about the whole: "It's a small prick on the tip of my toungue. . . .started small but got bigger in my mouth," bit?
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