September 21, 2004

At Home with John and Teresa. No. 11

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jim @ 7:29 pm

Teresa: “Goddammit, John! You knew I was sleeping, and you have the nerve to come into my bedroom, turn the light on and stand there wearing nothing but an Army helmet, a flak jacket and combat boots! What the hell is wrong with you?”

John: “Please, Muffin?”

Teresa: “’Please’ my ass. I’m tired, and my face hurts like a bitch from my injections today. Leave me alone.”

John: “But Muffin, it’s my very favorite game.”

Teresa: “I told you before that I am tired of being the ‘young beautiful Vietnamese peasant girl you rescue from the marauding Americans who are burning my village and trying to rape me and then cut off my ears’.”


Teresa: “Now get lost.”

John: “Well then, how about a new game? We can pretend that the bed is my swiftboat and that you’re the young beautiful Vietnamese peasant who falls out of the boat and I come back and drag you from the water into the boat while everyone shoots at us and stuff.”

Teresa: “Asshole, how many times to I have to tell you to leave me alone. Now, go back to your room, put on your Doctor Denton’s, and go to bed.”


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