Sunday, March 15, 2009

The Gal Accountant (that swears like a sailor)

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."

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

When I'm Fucking 64

Anonymous said...

Quit taking my name in vain!

Anonymous said...

If you seek amy.

Anonymous said...

- I Wanna Hold Your Jack
- Mailman, Bring Me No More Hearts
- Twist and Shoot the Moon
- Lucy Going High with Diamonds
- Sexy Queenie

Anonymous said...

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.

Anonymous said...

He meant me, Popeye. It's my bad--I'm a pottymouth.