everyone likes it a lil' lacy
the man is back in his village in northern italy where cell phone reception must suck and they are still using 56k modems to connect to the rest of the world.
we were talking on the phone this evening and for some reason talked about buying him new underwear because his are all old and worn and hence a little less sexy.
him: you don't like my underwear?
me: no- i didn't say i don't like them- they're just old. and kinda ratty no? you should get new ones to keep things exciting so i feel like i'm sleeping with a different guy every night!
both: hahahaha.
him: hmm. but your's is not much better either
me: WHAT DO YOU MEAN? mine is old and ratty like yours?
him: no, but you have all these kiddy looking ones with lollipops and animals and all this cute stuff.
me: WHAT- YOU MEAN YOU DON'T LIKE MY UNDERWEAR?
him: no- just that i don't want to feel like i am sleeping with a schoolgirl all the time.
me: in any case, how would you know since you rip them off so quickly.
him: because i did your laundry and trust me i know when i see polkadots and stripes and lollipops and animals
me: hmm.
me: well then, do you like lace?
him: of course i like to get laid. (part bad phone reception in obscure village, part bad english. haha)
me: no LACE.
him: i don't know that brand. i am not gay.
me: LACE! it's a fabric. you know, the flowers with holes.
him: aahh.. ok. yes i like lace. when i get back we will go and settle our underwear.
we were talking on the phone this evening and for some reason talked about buying him new underwear because his are all old and worn and hence a little less sexy.
him: you don't like my underwear?
me: no- i didn't say i don't like them- they're just old. and kinda ratty no? you should get new ones to keep things exciting so i feel like i'm sleeping with a different guy every night!
both: hahahaha.
him: hmm. but your's is not much better either
me: WHAT DO YOU MEAN? mine is old and ratty like yours?
him: no, but you have all these kiddy looking ones with lollipops and animals and all this cute stuff.
me: WHAT- YOU MEAN YOU DON'T LIKE MY UNDERWEAR?
him: no- just that i don't want to feel like i am sleeping with a schoolgirl all the time.
me: in any case, how would you know since you rip them off so quickly.
him: because i did your laundry and trust me i know when i see polkadots and stripes and lollipops and animals
me: hmm.
me: well then, do you like lace?
him: of course i like to get laid. (part bad phone reception in obscure village, part bad english. haha)
me: no LACE.
him: i don't know that brand. i am not gay.
me: LACE! it's a fabric. you know, the flowers with holes.
him: aahh.. ok. yes i like lace. when i get back we will go and settle our underwear.
posted by jia en at 7:38 PM
1 Comments:
hahahahahah omg lace. that is funny man. i can so imagine the way the conversation is going. thanks for sending me the email yesterday. i don't know what's wrong with me these past few weeks. but it was nice to hear from you, and always lovely to read your blog :)
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