The Beautiful Kind

I have been losing a lot of bets lately. True, I won the bet about whether cows grow horns, and the one about whether hens need a rooster present in order to lay eggs, but I was recently humiliated when Belle won the bet on the difference between annual and perennial plants.

You’d think I’d have learned my lesson, but nooo, I got reckless with another bet with Beau about Watership Down.

He said, “I think Richard Adams was a British author.”

I said, “I think he was American.”

With a gleam in his eye, he said, “Wanna bet?”

Me, being the rash Book Slut, said sure.

He said, “What do you wanna bet?”

I thought for a second. “How about a rim job?”

He said, “Boy am I going to like having my ass licked.”

Sure enough we did a wiki search and Adams was British.

“DAMMIT!” I shrieked.

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(Speaking of wiki, have you seen dickipedia?)