Bottomless Stories

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At brunch with our friends Sam and Liz last weekend we ordered bottomless mimosas for the table. After the waiter brought out the first round leaving a bottle of champagne and a carafe of OJ at the table, my wife scooted her chair back and grabbed the fly of her jeans and unbuttoned them. Liz asked what the heck she was doing. “What? They’re bottomless mimosas!” We all had a laugh but Sam sort of had this nervousness to him like the thought turned him on.

Low key little event but figured it was an excuse to bump this thread in case anyone else had anything to add.