17 September 2006

Paul Calls From Work -

Me - Hello?

Him - Owww!

Me - Oh no, what happened?

Him - I burned my finger!

Me - Oh, poor baby, what did you do?

Him - A's interior car light wouldn't go off so I went and took it out for her so that her battery wouldn't die, and it BURNED and I HURT!

Me - Aw, so you burned it trying to be a nice man?

Him - Yuh. But...I'm quite worried.

Me - Oh dear, is it that bad?

Him - Well...this is...you see, it's my mouse finger.

Me - *dripping with sarcasm* Oh no, whatever will you do?

Him - And I asked everyone to kiss it better and they wouldn't! My mouse finger!

Me - Okay, how about you ask if you can get someone to, instead of 'kiss it and make it better', 'rub it against their boobs and make it better'?

Him - THAT'S a good idea! Bare?

Me - No.

Him - Nipple?

Me - No. Idiot. Maybe in the cleavage.

Him - Yay! My mouse finger! I love you! Bye!

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