My friend Charlie is a dirty, dirty boy...
And apparently I'm a dirty, dirty girl. Whatever. This is actually pretty tame compared to some of the other dialogues we've had, such as the Suitcase-O-Porn conversation, the Latex vs. Leather conversation, the Why Lap Dances are Fun conversation, and the What Goes Up Must Come Down conversation.
Judge me if you must, Goody McTwoshoes, but you're never going to make me laugh by being all uptight. And if you can't make me laugh, I don't really want to be near you. And if I'm never near you, you cannot truly experience the joy that is Me.
I noticed you neatly slid out of answering his question there. :)
ReplyDeleteWhat was that, Wednesday night? Wednesdays are black.
ReplyDeleteKnowing KLo, they are all either black or pink. Licorice or cherry.
ReplyDeleteSerra - If you knew Charlie, you'd know that the best response to any of his questions is another question, lest you find yourself talked out of (1) your underwear, (2) your last paycheck, or (3) your firm resolution to quit drinking.
ReplyDeleteAnd yes, Wednesdays are black. So are Mondays, Tuesdays, Thursdays, Fridays...weekends are strictly commando.
heh.
ReplyDeleteI have a friend named Andy that fits this bill exactly.
He's talked me out of all three from that comment just above.
heh.
I would really like to know more about the "what goes up" conversation! I think I can guess, but I could be wrong.
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