"... and I guess they were pretty drunk or whatever," she was saying, "and he missed, and she was all, 'GO AHEAD, I LIKE IT IN MY BUTT'!"
People were laughing so hard they had tears streaming down their faces.
"Wait! It gets better!" Her cheeks were pink with excitement. "Because then, they were totally going at it, and suddenly, SHE POOPS ALL OVER HIM!" That's when she noticed me hovering by the door, a tray of chocolate eclairs in my arms.
"Oh my goodness, honey! I am so sorry. You must think I'm awful for telling such a story!" She looked genuinely embarrassed.
"Actually," I grinned, "I think I just fell in love with you."
5 comments:
Aaaahahahahaha! This is amazing.
You're shy?
Bet she didn't really say, "poop."
Kate - Just affirms our belief, heh?
Hawk - PAINFULLY SO.
'Cita - She actually did. She loves that word as much as I do. And she likes to talk about gas even more than I do.
I just find that so hard to believe :)
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