Stacy came home from the mall last week with new soap for me. Concerned about my body’s “sensitive parts”, she told me, she skipped the peppermint and bought a new scent.
“What did you get?” I asked.
“Black Elixir.”
“Blackie Licks Her?! Jesus H. Christ!”
“Yeah,” she paused, “What’s wrong with that?”
“You have to ask?!”
“Um…I guess so.”
“What’s wrong with Blackie Licks Her?”
“Oh for God’s sake! Black pause Elixer.”
“Ohhh. Yeah, that’s much better.”
She shook her head, as she often does with me.
“Who did you go shopping with, Mike Hunt and Heywood Jablomy?”
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