Fuck, That Man Can Fuck

3:45 PM me: The internet is boring me today. One more "HAPPY HOLIDAYS" email from some lame PR person and I'm going to yack all over my keyboard!

3:47 PM Her: I already did

3:48 PM me: So are you taking loverboy some dinner?

3:49 PM Her: Guess so. Yeah.

3:50 PM Maybe I'll douse it in whiskey first.

 me: I think he would really like that!

3:51 PM Her: Likely.

 He did a shot of whiskey the other night and then got annoyed because he had been drinking Grand Marnier and didn't want to be drinking whiskey. Silly boy.

3:52 PM me: And boy can he drink the Granny.

  It's impressive, actually.

 Her: Yeah, but he got very beat up that night. 

  Come to think of it, so did my ass.

3:53 PM me: Ha!

  Maybe the two go hand in hand!

 Her: He actually has a minor black eye from that night — or the next morning. Fucking crazy, man

 me ?!

3:54 PM Her: I'm pretty sure I didn't hit him, so maybe he popped a vessel. I'm ROFL just thinking about it.

  so

3:55 PM I didn't notice it the next morning, until he was leaving in the afternoon. So I'm thinking it happened during our morning/afternoon sessions, of which there were MANY. Fuck, that man can fuck!

  He's like a damn teenager

 me: Or a transplant

 Her: Exactly!

  Fuck Minnesota boys.

3:56 PM me: With all of their issues and shit.

  It's pathetic.

 Her: Very

 me: Men are built to fuck!

 Her: And to play topless hackysack

4:03 PM me: I need to hop in the shower. I'll check in with you later!