Saturday, December 22, 2018
Sex, Pointed
-Boys’ Night Out? I didn’t remember.
-I notified you every way but Certified Mail!
-And you’re going TO…?
-Bowling.
-Sport being the Asshole Temple of
American Macho Males!
-Something like that.
-Well the girls would like one also! And we’d
like to try Bowling.
-Do! By yourselves! Spare us the travesty!
The little petite stomp-arounds at your
mutual incompetence! So so breathlessly
CUTE! HOLD THAT POSE!
-Women can be serious at sport, you know!
-Sure! Maybe one doesn’t show? Then the
impromptu Assassination Squad. Now I’d
call that serious all right! Tongues like razors!
-Oh? Somehow I so DO hold hope out for us
performing something well that isn’t also vicious!
-Possible!...with real thoroughbreds from another
stable.
-SO NOW WE’RE HORSES?
-Only the Long-Faces in your pretentious midst.
Labels: bowling, debate, female, gossip, horseface, male, marriage, relationship, sport
