Redheads or Blondes
"I told you that you can't come over tonight, I've got to see my fiancée!" said Jeremy to Fiona, his little something on the side. "Why do you prefer that little blonde tramp to me?" Fiona whined. Jeremy rolled his eyes heavenward. "I don't prefer that little blond tramp over you. You're my favorite tramp and you know it." "Flatterer." She interjected. "You know me too well" he admitted. "Nonetheless I don't prefer her to you. I just prefer her Daddy's money to...