Dare, Double Dare, Triple Dare with Jam and Cream
Being male, I find it hard to resist a dare.Nude dashing Bondi Beach? Did it.
Stand on a restaurant table and sing the national anthem? Did it.
Nude dash Coolum Beach? Did it.
So when I was double dared by Margaret at work, I had to answer the call.
I made scones.
(picture not a true representation of my efforts but they tasted good!)
And if she had quadruple dared me to cook them naked, I probably would of done that too.