Jen: Where the hell r u? Me: Keep your bra on. I’m here. Jen: Where? All I see is a bimbo with a purse dog. My jaw goes off center as I stare down at her message. Now she really has lost her mind. Bimbo? Since when am I a bimbo? She knows I graduated summa cum laude. My fingers fly over the keys. Me: U better chillax or ur rescue party’s going to start some boob punching and yours r def on the kill list. Jen: Consider yourself a dead man. I warned you about that boob thing.
Not nice
