June 26, 2003

powers of flirtation

H: I HATE {insert name of mean Higher Up here}!!
IRB: Makes sense. I hate anchovies.
H: Do you have nightmares about anchovies?
IRB: Not as such. I don't remember my dreams much.
H: I remember all of my dreams. Or most of them. Last night, I dreamt I was chatting with Michael Jackson. The night we all hung out, I had a dream you and I made out on a tire swing. Nice, huh?
IRB: Actually, it was a cab. And it wasn't a dream. Nice, huh?
H: *giggle* Yeah, it was.

----- later -----

IRB: .... my man boobs...
H: You do NOT have man boobs!!
IRB: I do too have man boobs. They're sexy. Recognize.
H: You're delusional. Besides, I don't trust men with boobs bigger than my own. So, you'd better get yourself a minimizing bra.
IRB: Well, they aren't that big. I'm working on them nonetheless.
H: I dunno, I'm not that busty. If you legitimately have man boobs, you might have me beat.
IRB: I guess we'll have to compare them sometime...

Indeed. Something wicked this way comes... and when it does, boy howdy, will it be fun.

Posted by This Fish at June 26, 2003 08:51 AM
Comments

I forgot how much fun boy howdy was :P

Posted by: me at June 26, 2003 01:08 PM

Ooh! So much fun... IRB is a hoot {could work at Hooters?} lol.

I miss you chicky - when are you coming to the big city?? Want to come today? :-P

Posted by: Ari at June 26, 2003 02:37 PM

I love hooters.

Posted by: Jonathan Lamb at June 26, 2003 03:00 PM

Sounds like time for a little tit-for-tat.

Posted by: Texas T-bone at June 26, 2003 04:33 PM

Meow.

Posted by: Bob at June 27, 2003 12:53 AM

So many titties, so little time.

Posted by: Joe CuttheShit at June 27, 2003 10:00 AM

I may have to start the IRB fan-club. He's too much fun. Personally, I'm an arms girl myself.

Posted by: wahini at June 29, 2003 11:46 PM

OMG! Man boobs? Run, girl, run!

Posted by: Kristín at July 8, 2003 06:16 PM