“Here - iron this.”
“He had to dispose of the wheelchair.”
“I didn’t,” the gynecologist said.
“They’re too bitter.”
“And I’ve got to eat mine plain?”
“He wouldn’t heel.”
“There’s a gentleman in back who says you’ll be glad to trade seats with him.”
“You can’t stew me, I’m a friar!”
After we have sex, I draw a chalk outline around her.
“Damned thing’s an hour fast!”
Last night she called me from a motel just outside of town.
“It died of boredom.”
“OK, you’re ugly, too.”
“Don’t be silly. I don’t even know what position you’re going to use yet.”
Then a guy with a guitar chased me.
“… And the third woman unpeeled the banana, put her hand on the back of head, and pushed it toward the fruit.”
Arrrrrrrgyle.
“Satisfying.”
“Aren’t you a little too old to still believe in fairies, honey?”
“I already know. Now we’re just haggling over the price.”