Plans have been made for KC to come spend the weekend with me again. I asked him to call me just before he left so that I'd know approximately when he'd be here. He's from another city, so the drive can be lengthy. The phone rings just a few minutes ago.
Scooby: "Hello?" (I already know it's him...the glories of caller ID)
KC: "Hey. Just calling to tell you that I'm getting ready to leave."
Scooby: "Okay. Good. Drive safely."
KC: "Can you hear the song I'm playing?"
Scooby: (listens) "For the love of God....is that 'Big Bottomed Girls?'"
KC: (belly laughing) "Yeh....he.....es. Except it's 'Fat Bottomed Girls'. I'm playing the song for you. The song reminds me of you."
Scooby: "You're an asshole."
KC: "Oh honey, you know I love your ass or I wouldn't mess with it so much."
Huh? And this is supposed to make me feel better? MEN. The Y chromosome strikes again.
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Ass or ego? Both are enormous.
Ever since you came to see me and let me chicago I always wondered what unlucky son of a bitch wound up with you.
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