#38 Sounds Like A Party

I wasn’t delivering pizza. It was fancy pastries, to a mansion in Benedict Canyon, at the crack of dawn. There were a bunch of partying, naked, middle-aged women. They didn’t tip.
Credit: SleepyZuchini

I wasn’t delivering pizza. It was fancy pastries, to a mansion in Benedict Canyon, at the crack of dawn. There were a bunch of partying, naked, middle-aged women. They didn’t tip.
Credit: SleepyZuchini