Watching The Wrestler….
Randy: Goddamn they don’t make em’ like they used to.
Cassidy: Fuckin’ 80’s man, best shit ever!
Randy: Bet’cher ass man, Guns N’ Roses rules!
Cassidy: Crue!
Randy: Yeah!
Cassidy: Def Lep!
Randy: Then that Cobain pussy had to come around & ruin it all.
Drew: That is so you.
Me: He’s right. Kurt Cobain can kiss my ass, he did wreck my good time.
Drew: I think you’ve had more than enough good times, Mary.
Me: Oh, please.
Drew: You have ruined all metal top 100 countdowns for me.
Me: Oh, please, that is so untrue! I can’t help it if I chose to date interesting people before I met you. We can’t all go for Hairy-Pit Helga from East Buttfuck, Germany just because she’s impressed by your extensive knowledge of macabre fiction.
Drew: Oh yeah, interesting. That’s what you call it. I call it being a whore.
Me: It takes one to know one, Andrew. Bratwurst-eating techno-sluts across Europe thank you for your patronage. Still got those giant raver pants? Want me to interview you for my fanzine?
Drew: I hate you.
Me: I’m going to smother you while you’re sleeping.
Drew: Can we get Thai food tonight?
Me: Okay! Pause the movie and I’ll get the menus.
Drew: Awesoooommmme…
