"What's with the smile?" "I
"What's with the smile?"
"I have plenty to smile about."
"Smug bastard."
I was lying in bed with a honey last night, and we were trying to think of names for an organization of single Halifax people who are into the sex. (Apparently she didn't think "Philip Clark Sex Army" is a catchy enough name.)
The best I could come up with was "People United in Search of Sexual Intercourse"--P.U.S.S.I.
She thought that might be too exclusive, but I said, "If there's no PUSSI involved, then I ain't interested."
"It would be cool if there were some way we could identify each other," she said. "Some kind of sign."
I said, "Honey, I'm months ahead of you."
