her: Sorry about the mouth-slobber on the bottle.
me: Mouth-slobber? As opposed to what? Is there another type of slobber I might encounter?
her: I knew I shouldn’t have phrased it that way. I knew it.
me: Stop threatening me with your mysterious lady-drippings.
Chats
Debate Summary
Trump: Garble gibble blather blibble and– which you should know was amazing, and I’m very proud, very proud– durh hurh blrh confused coke-fiend sniff grimace period, end of story.
Hillary: Don’t say “fuck you”, don’t say “fuck you”, don’t say “fuck you.”
Me: You’re doing it at my behest. And don’t make me rehest you.
Her: [pained frown]