04.30.04 :: 11:07 am

The Good Lay and I spent the morning train ride in paroxysms of laughter about "Hot Carls" and pooping as a sexual act in general.

The conversation devolved rapidly.

Him: Think of the most deviant, repulsive act ever, and know that someone somewhere is doing it.
Me: Probably with saran wrap.
Him: a Rusty Trombone for the lady?
Me: Yum. And a Dirty Sanchez...you know...I kinda want to go to Mexico.
Him: I've never been there....[PAUSE] Too many Mexicans, though.

Yeah, he's especially special.

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