In a store earlier this evening after pointing out that one of the mannequins looked a bit famished as you could count each of her ribs (what does she need ribs for?):
The Idiot aka Boyfriend: What do you think your natural weight would be?
The Saint aka Ems: Excuse me?!
The Idiot aka Boyfriend: *repeats his question*
The Saint aka Ems: You saying my weight is unnatural?
The Idiot aka Boyfriend: [shiiiit] Er - what? I wasn't saying anything. Definitely not saying anything - at all.
The Saint aka Ems: Hmm. Lucky for you that we're in a public place and that you just bought me a handbag...
Boyfriend is therefore called "The Idiot" for obvious reasons and I should be called "The Saint" for not kicking the shit out of him right there and then...
what a wanker...
3 comments:
You're far too sensitive
Obviously. I have always seen you as a saint. Always. Boyfriend very stupid indeed.
Very idiotic, and most saintly!
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