So last night the neighborhood had The Big Hearts Tournament. Maybe 20 of us.
(Hearts is a card game...we don't all actually have big hearts)
I'm seated at a table with The Gal Accountant.
Here is some of that conversation:
ME: "I can't picture you ever swearing!"
THE GAL ACCOUNTANT: "I swear all of the time...especially at the office and on the Mass Pike"
ME: "I can't picture it."
THE GAL ACCOUNTANT: "Well....I do."
ME: "Let me hear you swear."
THE GAL ACCOUNTANT: "Fuck you."
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So to sum up:
Me and The Brit won The Big Hearts Touurnament (Card game...we don't actually have big hearts)
THE GAL ACCOUNTANT: "Fuck you."
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When I'm Fucking 64
Quit taking my name in vain!
If you seek amy.
- I Wanna Hold Your Jack
- Mailman, Bring Me No More Hearts
- Twist and Shoot the Moon
- Lucy Going High with Diamonds
- Sexy Queenie
I oughta busk you right in the mush. I don't swears. She don't swears like me. Now, you swab, I'm axking you for an apologeky.
He meant me, Popeye. It's my bad--I'm a pottymouth.
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