Beer is full of gluten, so it lights my bowels on fire.
But the hard stuff lights my soul on fire.
I got you chocolates for Valentine’s Day.
Don’t worry, they’re really gluten-free.
I interviewed the manufacturer and inspected the kitchen myself.
But I understand if you want to call them, too.
I worried about Max’s kisses glutening you
So I’m feeding him all natural, gluten-free food from now on.
I don’t need gluten when I’ve got you.
I think it’s sexy when you ask the waiter a million questions about cross contamination and take 20 minutes to give your order.
You deserve to get exactly what you want.