I sort of fell over myself as I Ieaned in to listen to this salvation-gossip, however crudely it was packaged, and found myself in the midst of what I quickly came to call the Carson-Shade.
"I'm no-one to judge [but let me really throw some shade right now] but holy shit on a sandwich is her mother going to flip when she drops that payload over dinner. “Oh hey mum, not only am I banging our 25-year-old neighbor, who may or may not deal meth to les enfants, but I'm also carrying the rugby captain's bastard.” Someone won't be getting Mrs. Shorely's creme brulée for a while, that's for sure."
"I'm no-one to judge [but let me really throw some shade right now] but holy shit on a sandwich is her mother going to flip when she drops that payload over dinner. “Oh hey mum, not only am I banging our 25-year-old neighbor, who may or may not deal meth to les enfants, but I'm also carrying the rugby captain's bastard.” Someone won't be getting Mrs. Shorely's creme brulée for a while, that's for sure."
