A string of my thoughts led to this exchange last night:
Me: “I think your retard detector broke and you ended up with me.”
Tia: “I appreciate your sympathy.. or something.. whatever that was.”
Then today:
Me: “I am so sick of this fabric over the zipper of these shorts folding back. .. The shorts are as ashamed of the fly as I am of my..”
Tia: “Manhood.”