"Hey, could you scratch my back?"
"Sure. Roll over here."
"Oh yeahhhhhhhh . . . that feels so good . . . Man my skin is dry."
"Well, you might try putting lotion on after your shower."
"I would if I could reach my back."
"What do you mean you can't reach your back?"
"I mean, I can't reach my back. I can't reach back there to put lotion on it."
"Oh good grief, even I can reach my back and I'm fat!"
"Well, I can't."
"Well, you're retarded."
"Well, bite me."
I was born a semi-diva. I married a redneck. Through the magic of osmosis or just because of a serious lack of sophistication over the years I have found a balance of the two that make me who I am today. And then I write about it all, much to the chagrin of my mother.
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LOL That's funny.
Khaki-I just relay that truth, Khaki. The sad, sad, unromantic truth. :D
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