Glaze

I was on the phone with my friend Nicole at work yesterday:

Nicole: "So what’s going on?"
Me: "Oh, nothing much. Chillin’, billin’. You?"
Nicole: "Well, school sucks."
Me: [noise of intense satisfaction] "Mmmmmm…"
Nicole: "What?"
Me: "Oh sorry. I had two donuts for breakfast and just licked my moustache and tasted some leftover glaze."
Nicole: "It’s almost 3pm. That’s disgusting."

Ladies, once again, I am available. And if any mothers are reading this, I am more than willing to be set up with your daughters. Quite a catch, am I.