HIM: So Debbie brought down some of Mrs. Carrillos Birthday Cake.
ME: Did you eat it?
HIM: Yeah, it was delicious.
ME: Good. I had an apple and a pear for desert. They were delicious too.
HIM: I wish I hadn’t eaten that cake. I’m going to burn it off. I’m cleaning out this closet.
ME: (thinking… oh no… sugar high closet cleaning… this is NOT going to be good)
HIM: What is this bolt of black cloth? I’m tossing it.
ME: NO! That’s my muwashi. My sumo wrestling outfit.
HIM: You mean that big black diaper that you had the audacity to wear on M-TV.
ME: I was wrestling Akebono. The man is a beast… and I split with him.
HIM: You mean he tossed you out of the ring like you were a hand full of sand the first time, and the second time he tripped and got off balance and you dived on top of him and he went down.
ME: No I mean we wrestled two matches and I won one, and he won one.
HIM: Well I’m throwing it out. You’ve retired from Sumo.
ME: I have not. I’m just on extended hiatus. I was an awesome sumo wrestler… Kuriyama… It means Black Mountain.
HIM: Yeah, but you had another title… what was it they used to call you?
ME: It’s not important..
HIM.. oh yeah… “the world’s most effeminate sumo wrestler”
ME: Bitch! I wasn’t THAT effeminate.
HIM: Please! There’s sequins on this thing.
ME: So? Sequins can be butch. In the right circumstance.