Tuesday, March 29, 2005

The conversation went like this:

Husband: Did you go to the Pink Poodle and put your hands on a stripper about a year and a half ago?
Me: Uh....yeah. (fucking J, dude, why do you have to give me up like that) She took my hands and put them on her.
Husband: Huh. Interesting. I should be home in about an hour.
Me: Ok, see ya.

By far the weirdest conversation I've had in a while. Good times. By the way, if I'm conveying anger or irritation here it's unintentional. This was highly amusing.

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