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[crankylex]

Things Wrong With My Life, No. 6,586

D = Don
L = me

D: He said he'd have his girls do it as soon as they got in.

L: You know I hate that, right?

D: SIGH. Yes, I know.

L: You don't ever refer to me as your girl when you're out of my hearing range, do you?

D: Pfft. I just call you my bitch.

L: That's fine, as long as you don't call me your girl.

Comments

[ladyoneill.livejournal.com]

I'm a "lady" in the office.

*snicker*

[crankylex.livejournal.com]

This is the difference between New Jersey and Kansas.

And hey, congrats on passing that intelligent design curriculum! ::ducks and runs::

[ladyoneill.livejournal.com]

Hey, but Pat Robertson is probably saying we'll all go to heaven now!

*sigh* It's so damn backwards here, sometimes. But we voted the cretans out the last time they pulled this so here's hoping!

*living in the last bastion of liberalism in Kansas*

[crankylex.livejournal.com]

Isn't Pat Robertson dead yet? Maybe he can be assassinated by a homosexual Arab athiest, and all the fundies will expire from the sheer horror.

Ah, well, we can hope, eh?

Dude, if Pat Robertson ever said I was going to hell? I'd be so proud!!

[ragingpixie.livejournal.com]

Whenever I say I've talked to you, M always says, "How's my girl?"

But that is not the same.

[crankylex.livejournal.com]

That is girl used in a warm fuzzy way, not a condescending and sexist way.

Also, one of the cats knocked over the hamper lid last night. Guess what someone did IN the lid?

...

Oh, that's right, someone PEED IN IT.