Last night, listening to Jodie Watley over long island ice teas at
The 700 Club:
Me:
"So how is __________ (mutual female friend, recent divorcee)? "
Friend (rolling his eyes):
"Puh lease. She's in my bed right now, sleeping off whatever she did last night.
Me:
"How come?"
Friend:
"She and ___________ (other female friend, quadriplegic) went out last night."
Me:
"Really?!"
Friend (more sighing in disgust):
"Yes, indeed. I don't know. They hooked up with some guys up in the quarters.
___________(divorcee) got with some construction worker, said he had a trust fund.
__________got with his friend,said he didn't have a trust fund.
Sometime around one __________(divorcee) said she just had to get up out of there.
Trust fund's dick was too small, and ____________(quadriplegic) was moaning too loud down stairs for her to sleep."
Me:
"Damn."
Friend:
"Yeah, I know. So what you wanna do now?"
Me (shaking my head):
"Um. Let's go home.
I need to just go to bed."
Friend:
"Yeah, I feel yah."
7 comments:
I miss those kinds of conversations that only happen in NO! Ha!
I love this post! The conversations are universal but the names have been thoughtfully protected as if they need be cause we all have these friends in our lives.____________.
Well, if a conversation like that must take place, I think Jody Watley is the perfect soundtrack. I hope it was "Looking for a New Love"!
Tappin a quad.....there is something you don't hear about everyday.
Just to be clear, A quad is getting some and I ain't........That's soemthing I so did NOT need to know at this low ebb.
my point exactly, ilduce.
my point exactly.
ahem
Then we have each other's sympathies....
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