(Scene: Army Boy’s bedroom, Saturday afternoon. Brooke is running around like a hurricane, heading out to dress rehearsal for concert.)
AB: I’m going to the grocery store, want me to pick up anything?
Brooke: Hmmm… Maybe something good for after the concert? You know how I’m always starving.
AB: What do you have in mind?
Brooke: Ice cream! Let’s make sundaes.
AB: Ooooo, that’s a good plan.
Brooke: (sexily. Or trying for it.) Make sure you get whipped cream. We can use it for more than sundaes…
AB: …. I still get ice cream, right?
Brooke: I hate you.
[Updated: Sharing above story with Danielle, at work on Monday via IM]
Brooke [2:06 PM]:
my boyfriend likes ice cream more than bjs.
Danielle [2:07 PM]:
hahaha, i wish mine did
[Updated 2x: Please do not automatically assume that it is because I give bad blow jobs.]
[Updated 3x: WHOA! I got my first porn-bot spam comment! I’m sure that it’s nothing to do with this post whatsoever.]