George stopped by for a short while this afternoon. He was being nosey and just had to find out what I was up to. He quit coming over in the mornings because of my new edict of no drinking in the house.
"I could've gotten laid the other day," I told him grinning.
"You haven't gotten laid in a year!" he exclaimed.
"Don't remind me!" I smirked.
I told George all about my flirtatious encounter.
"I'd have a better relationship with Pookie if she didn't keep stealing the money out of my wallet," George replied with a constipated look on his face.
I didn't say anything that I haven't already said a hundred times.