We just wanted to have a quiet, sexy evening in the hotel room with Rosie, but when we came back with a bucket of ice, she had slipped into a topless number with high-waisted panties that set the sheets on fire.
It's like, damn, Rosie. The front desk has our credit card, and we're going to lose a huge deposit on this room. No, we're not mad at you; we're mad at the world for not being able to handle your nudity on a daily basis. We suppose we might as well take this opportunity to watch you jump around the bed and destroy more things in here. That sounds like it'll lift our spirits.
· Front-TV (frontarmy.com)