A little bit ago, in the kitchen…
Dan: [hands me an empty bag] Throw this away, bitch (we were messing around with one another; he wasn’t seriously calling me a bitch)
Me: Do you want to wear this brownie mix?
Dan: And waste it?
Me: It won’t go to waste; I’ll lick it off of you. Then I’ll do you before I start dumping.


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