Ok, picture this: You’re home alone, Easter eve. A sudden storm blows in, knocking out the power – just as you hear a slight scuffling coming from the hall closet.
You slowly walk over, creeeeeeaaaaak open the door, and see:
“‘Ello, guv’na!”
“Mind if I hop on in and eat your face?”
Thanks to Jacquelyn H., Laureen V., Emily W., Stephanie E., Lisa F., Anony M., Tami N., & Tracey S. for the sweet dreams.
And now, your Moment of Jen:
