Excerpt from an actual conversation:
Her: Your mother called while you were gone.
Me: Damn, she probably wants to talk about going to garage sales and other stupid sh*t.
Her: Call your mother back.
Me: Dammit, throw me the damn phone. (She does and it hits me just above the right eye, spewing blood everywhere.)
Me: Gee, thanks.
Her: Are you really hurt?
Me: Blood give it away?
Her: Does it need stitches?
Me: Probably.
Her: Sorry, call your damn mother first.
Prior Romance Lessons PART I, PART II, PART III, PART IV, PART V, PART VI, PART VII, PART VIII, PART IX
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