Affair with the Rockstar
“Oh my God, that was priceless – you should see your face – I wish I had a picture of that – ”
“YOU ASSHOLE!” I shouted, then started laughing along with him. It was impossible not to.
He tried to keep the joke going with a straight face, but failed badly. “Hey – Shanna’s single, I’m single – I figure, ‘why not?’”
“Well, you’re out of luck, ASSHOLE, because she’s not here,” I said, half-pissed-off, half-grinning.
“Oh, well… I guess you’ll do, then,” he said, wiping a tear from his eye.
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