Picture it, Mexico, 2009 . . .
In the car on the way to the market and my husband is feeling me up for the hell of it. I'm showing a little leg and he's helpless, can't blame him. I wouldn't want him to feel left out so I grab his nip and squeeze. Fairs fair beotch. He retaliates by grabbing a whole chi-chi and out of nowhere squeezing and making a fire-hose noise and pretends he's spraying the windshield down with my future milk. Huh.
"SSSHHHHHHPPPPSSSSSSHHHHHHHHH" "All over de place, dats what I'm going to do."
"Yeah well I'll spray it in your coffee."
*silence* *weird look at me* *staring back out the windshield*
"What you're not that grossed out are you? I won't put it in your coffee."
"Coffee?" "OOHhhhh that's not what I thought you said."
"That I'll put it in your coffee?"
"I thought you saeed ju were going to spray eet on my cock."
*Blink* "Oh." *Blink Blink* Aaaaaaaand Speechless!
Wonder where HIS mind was? WOW. Just wow.