This is an actual conversation, none of the names have been changed to protect the innocent, because in our household there are no innocent.
Erika says: I’ve decided to ask Kenneth Brown to come home [he’s originally from
Jeff says: I think he would be an excellent choice, I would certainly not feel threatened, regardless of his decorating prowess.
Erika says: are you saying Kenneth is gay?
Jeff says: Yes, I realize I run the risk of you running away with him to share your loves of twoille, fancy fabrics and shams, but you will realize that you need me for “other” things, and you’ll be back.
Erika says: It’s spelled toile, thank you very much
Jeff says: toile, twoille, twill, its all the same right?
Erika says: never mind, there’s no hope for some people, what makes you think he’s gay anyway?
Jeff says: who said anything about him being gay?
Erika says: uh, you did
Jeff says: I just don’t see him as the type to stomp bugs for you, if you get my drift.
Erika says: no I don’t get your drift, why are you dissing Kenneth?
Jeff says: envy
Erika says: Oh sounds fair