Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer

'You are crazy!' I said, coming out of the shower and putting on my nightshirt. 'I am not sleeping in one bed with you!' I heard him laugh in the other grandma got run over by a reindeer room while I brushed my teeth.

'Why not?' he replied. 'Don't you trust me to keep my hands on my own body?'

I spit out the toothpaste. 'Hell no, I don't trust you. You would come on to me after just two minutes!'

There was silence for a few seconds. I dried my face with the towel and walked out into the bedroom. Walking around the bed, I noticed that Mark obviously was not going to move. He was laying stretched out on his back on top of the sheets, fully dressed, on the right side of the bed. So I sat down on the left side and slid underneath the covers. grandma got run over by a reindeer

'You are engaged, as far as I remember,' he said, turning his head so that he could look at me. I pulled the grandma got run over by a reindeer covers all the way up to my chin. 'Yes, and you don't like him. So I guess this wouldn't keep you.' I looked at him for a second, then turned around onto the side and turned off the light on the nightstand next to me. 'Now get off this bed and find a comfortable corner for you to sleep in.'

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