before I forget

Let me set the stage:

Halloween, Troy's new apartment, alcohol on tap, old friends and new gathered around the table shooting the breeze, and the tequila shots. Talk strays (thanks to my cousin Stacy) to what she likes in the bedroom.

What happened next:

The current consensus is that sometimes, talking dirty is good. All agree with a giggle, smile, and another drink. Andy, who doesn't drink, nods approvingly. I interject, saying, "Well that all depends on how far you take it, if you say, "Take that you damn dirty WHORE!" it might not have quite the desired effect."

Andy, my usually calm buttoned down lawyer-type friend, begins to laugh, a few seconds more and tears start streaming down his face because the boy is laughing so bloody hard he's forgetting to breathe, Andy then falls off his chair in hysteria, barely able to catch his breath. I fucking wish I had a video camera because boy, that was some funny shit. Andy rocks ;)

Justin | 9:27 PM