pink lady in blue
"Nggghhhh... Tony, I told you never to let me do this again..."
"Told ya not to mix 'em."
"Bshg..."
"Get your face outta the pillow when you talk. You're gonna inhale the damn thing."
"I said, 'bullshit!' All that..'here, have another one, Barb' crap. You know I can't handle the stuff like you..."
"One more, I said, not twelve."
"Oh, eat me."
"Unless that's an invitation, keep it down. I'm tryin' to sleep."
"Oh god, I think I'm gonna die..."
"Go puke or drink some water. G'night, Barbie."
"Don't call me that! That's what my mother used to call me!"
"Great."
"You don't know what kind of woman she was... she was always all... yellin' at me to keep my hair up in a ponytail! Like a boy! She threatened to chop it all off if I wore it down!"
"..."
"Then one day, I did! And she came at me with the scissors!"
"You really aren't a drinker."
"Threw the clump in the blender with some honey and milk and somehow started a fire... then she blamed me! ...stood there screamin', 'Look what you did, Barbie! You burned our house down! Our only house!' The firemen wouldn't believe me..."
"...Mm-hm.. alright, uh... 'night, Barb."
"...oh, don't call me that either! My ex-husband used to come home e'rry night, slammin' doors, screamin'... BARB, BARB! ....where's my supper, barb....where's my supper..."
A beautiful gargling sound, then silence. He rolled over and pulled some of the blankets out from underneath his dead-weight ..well, out from underneath Barbara ... and pulled them up over his head, fairly certain that she'd be out for hours. She's lucky he wasn't one of those serial killers or something. Not like she'd be hard prey, probably choke on her own tongue during the night and he'd be found guilty of murder. Whatever. People say the single guy's life is all the rage. Look what a guy's gotta do to get a little head.
"Told ya not to mix 'em."
"Bshg..."
"Get your face outta the pillow when you talk. You're gonna inhale the damn thing."
"I said, 'bullshit!' All that..'here, have another one, Barb' crap. You know I can't handle the stuff like you..."
"One more, I said, not twelve."
"Oh, eat me."
"Unless that's an invitation, keep it down. I'm tryin' to sleep."
"Oh god, I think I'm gonna die..."
"Go puke or drink some water. G'night, Barbie."
"Don't call me that! That's what my mother used to call me!"
"Great."
"You don't know what kind of woman she was... she was always all... yellin' at me to keep my hair up in a ponytail! Like a boy! She threatened to chop it all off if I wore it down!"
"..."
"Then one day, I did! And she came at me with the scissors!"
"You really aren't a drinker."
"Threw the clump in the blender with some honey and milk and somehow started a fire... then she blamed me! ...stood there screamin', 'Look what you did, Barbie! You burned our house down! Our only house!' The firemen wouldn't believe me..."
"...Mm-hm.. alright, uh... 'night, Barb."
"...oh, don't call me that either! My ex-husband used to come home e'rry night, slammin' doors, screamin'... BARB, BARB! ....where's my supper, barb....where's my supper..."
A beautiful gargling sound, then silence. He rolled over and pulled some of the blankets out from underneath his dead-weight ..well, out from underneath Barbara ... and pulled them up over his head, fairly certain that she'd be out for hours. She's lucky he wasn't one of those serial killers or something. Not like she'd be hard prey, probably choke on her own tongue during the night and he'd be found guilty of murder. Whatever. People say the single guy's life is all the rage. Look what a guy's gotta do to get a little head.