Friday, November 18, 2011

At a Tangent

We're driving from dinner with friends and towards drinks with friends.

We're supposed to meet at "Sidebar," which makes me giggle like a middle-schooler inwardly because it sounds like "sideboob." I tell Big A, anticipating having to explain what sideboob might mean, but he works it out for himself. I'm disappointed.

So. How did you know?
I see a lot of boobs, Puppy.
: / 
I also see a lot of dicks and balls and buttholes. I've had to stick my finger in a lot more buttholes than you ever will.

One of the many reasons I shouldn't be a doctor.

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