Tuesday, June 10, 2008

a typical conversation

On a sweltering afternoon, Mike and I walked to the convenience store for an ice cream bar.

He stops, yanks on his shorts and shakes his leg. "My junk is sticking to my leg."

"Boxer-briefs, Mikey. That's the way to go."

"I normally do wear boxer-briefs, but it's laundry day and all I have are my flaming heart boxers."

"Aww. Mikey has a heart-on."

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