It's one of the things he loves about me

  • Him: So you'll be home between 6:45 and 7, then?
  • Me: Yep. So make sure the hookers and coke are cleaned up by then.
  • Him: Well, we're still working on one of the hookers, but the rest are gone.
  • Me: Still working on one of them?
  • Him: Let's just say some very bad things happened here.
  • Me: *sigh* Well, just clean up the blood and do whatever it is you do with the bodies. Oh, and make sure you get the coke out of the edges of the glass panels in the coffee table. You forgot to last time.
  • Him: Oh, we found a much better way. We just snort the coke directly off the hookers. Much easier cleanup, you just kick them out.
  • Me: Except for that one...
  • Him: Well, technically we kicked her out too, in a larger metaphysical sense.
  • Me: God, we're weird.
  • Him: Yeah, but mostly you.
  • Me: Yeah, I know.