Friday, May 20, 2011

fragment #25


So, this is the conversation I had over breakfast yesterday:

Me: So, last night was crazy.
Her: ...
Me: I don't even remember much of what happened.
Her: ...
Me: Look, do how much do I owe you? (her eyes turn to derisive slits.)
Her: Owe me? You think I'm a whore?!

At the point there was a lot of yelling and breaking of my stuff. Apparently, I'm married now. I'm told we'll be very happy once she calms down and that I go get some of her "Special Medicine" everything will be fine. I got to talk to Lyle about getting this thing annulled. Oh, and her name is Sheila.

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