Nice To Gleet You
The Boyfriend and I (after a hard day's work) decided to once again venture out for a few cocktails. While walking to our destination The Boyfriend made a very familiar, yet disturbing sound.
Don't look at me. I sat in the corner playing Ridge Racer singing Dolly Parton songs to myself.
- ME: "Did you just do what I think you did?"
HE: "What? I breathed in."
ME: "It sounded like you spit between your teeth. Eww."
HE: "I did not. And what you are thinking of is called gleeting."
ME: "It frightens me you know such a definition."
HE: "It frightens me you don't."
ME: "Touché."
Don't look at me. I sat in the corner playing Ridge Racer singing Dolly Parton songs to myself.
Interesting, the things you find when you decide to randomly Googlestalk dead bookmarks.
I was hoping to find you again soon.
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