“How’s Ol’ Elevator Butt?”
“Oh my god. Where?”
“For christssakes, Sandy. On the lips, of course.”
“You kissed your cat on the lips?”
“Goddamn it, Sandy. No. Ritchie. I kissed Ritchie on the lips.”
“Oh my god, Phyl. Where?”
“I just told you, on the lips.”
“No, I mean where?”
“Is this a joke? Your first date was to a burger joint with screaming kids and yelling parents? Some hot date, sis. Burger Bob’s. Whoa. Did you frolic on the jungle gym when you were through swallowing each other’s tongues?”
“I can’t tell you anything, you know that?”
“Details, Little Sister. I want details.”
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