In Bed With My Fiancé’s Father
“You look like fucking shit by the way. Is that the same shirt you wore yesterday?”
“Shut your mouth,” I slammed the door shut. “I'm going to fire that girl,” I fumed, moving towards my seat.
“I don't know how she has lasted this long, she literally has the common sense of a retarded goldfish.”
“That's a slur though,” Jerry pointed out.
I frowned, “what?”
“The R-word?” He answered, arching a brow. “It's a slur.”
“Are you trying to provoke me right now?”
“Sorry,” my friend laughed, holding up his hands in mock surrender.