Which cheek?
That’s a very personal question. It’s between me and my buddy Scylla.
Wow, a buddy. I have a buddy.
Hey buddy, wanna write an essay on the emergence of political alternatives in western Canada during the 1930s (due last week) for me? Please… I’ll spot you that quarter for the soda machine. C’mon buddy… Thats it you’re not my buddy anymore! And clean up that puke. My car’s startin to stink…
You’re now not only my buddy, you’re my only buddy.
Do you have a minute? There are some things that have been weighing on my mind about my marriage, my kids, my health, and life in general, and I really need someone to talk to. I’ve only had a couple of drinks, really. Say, mind if I call you? I know it’s late, but you’re my buddy, right?
Umm… me too… but you can call me whatever fits your fancy.
I’ll do just about anything for acceptance. That’s just how I am.
Gonna go click.
Does this mean you’ll baby sit China Bambina for days at a time? She’s only 20 months, so you’re ahead of that curve. Her favorite book is Hop on Pop, so I’m sure you two deconstructionists will get along just fine