In which the main protagonists are in bed feeling crappy, and at work feeling delightfully alone respectively.
bondchick_nett: You know what I realised? If I ever do find a dude, he's not allowed to eat chicken either. Thats a pretty tall order right there.
tomecide: Um, wow. That's true, because even chicken residue on his mouth could be deadly.
bondchick_nett: Exactly.
tomecide: You need to be scoping out the veggo crowd
bondchick_nett: But I don't want to give up steaks O_O;;;;
tomecide: YOU don't have to; unless he's allergic to meat. See? these double standards come in really handy.
Jill makes the best arguments pro-hypocrisy. ♥ ♥