I can't let Louis get an inflated ego. I need to keep his ass in check.
I'd like to now share a conversation that we had.
I found my old real estate business card picture in a trunk. It's an 8 x 10 glossy, so I could really inspect it. (Why so big, you ask? I liked sticking it in random places to make it look like my real estate partner carried it around. Mature. That's me.)
So I'm gawking at it for a while. My hair looks great, my skin is perfect, and I'm thin. Thin with little boobs no less.
"Ohmygosh Louis! Look at this! How do I look like this again?"
*snorts* "Get a time machine."
*shocked. appalled* "You're supposed to tell me I DO look like that!"
"Oh, sorry." (Still doesn't say it, though.)
So I went and shaved my legs and armpits with his razor. (Passive aggressive revenge for the win!)
8 comments:
LOL! Boys.
ehehehehehehe.
I like that he STILL didn't say it.
I laughed...THAT is exactly what Chad would say!
Hahaaaaa!
Heh. Boys. I enjoyed your passive-aggressive revenge tactics. :)
HAHAHAHA! Awesome (I would do something like that to Terry.)
(I could HEAR the snort.)
Ah, Lou...
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