I finish setting up SharkBoy’s travel mug for the long trip to Montreal.
SharkBoy: Thanks babe.
Dead Robot: Anything for you, babe.
SB: Well then I want a pedicure.
DR: (Thinking) Yeah, I’d probably do that.
(Pause)
DR: I don’t think I’d put one of those small dentist elastics on your hemmeroids, if you had one.
2 thoughts on “Car Conversations: Setting Boundaries”
i don’t think that guy is a dentist if he’s playing with your ass.
Pfftttt! You made pop come out of my nose…