ME: How was the Flea Market
HIM: It was horrible. I hate this class.
ME: Didn’t you learn anything?
HIM: I learned I HATE flea markets, a bunch of Whiskey Tango people walking around buying tacky stuff from Lesbian couples. It was HORRIBLE…
ME: It sounds horrible. You didn’t get beat up by a dyke did you?
HIM: No, thankfully you weren’t there to insult one and get us beat up.
ME: It’s not my fault they have no sense of humor and are violence prone.
HIM: But guess what? I got to go in the Locker room at the Rose Bowl… and I bought some sweat socks for cheap.
ME: You got to go into the Locker room at the Rose Bowl cool.
HIM: Yeah it was very cool. There was a lot of stuff in there about Michigan. I took pictures of the Michigan stuff for you.
ME: Great send it to me on my phone.
HIM: Okay. How was your day?
ME: Fine I did my radio show. Do you want to listen to it?
HIM: I listen to you talk all day.
ME: But this is different.
HIM: I know, it’s better cause I can turn it off.
ME: And this is why God made you spend the afternoon in Pasadena with White Trash shopping among lesbians… you’re rude.