"I tried to call you but you kept cutting me off!" I glared at him. "You're King Clit?" "Oh, yeah," Gibsie snickered. "I forgot about that." "What's Hughie down as?" "Ginger Pubes," he replied like it was the most obvious thing ever. It wasn’t. "He's blond," I growled. "His girlfriend isn’t." "Jesus Christ," I groaned, rubbing my forehead.
