Picking on my substitute little sister
"Who wants to get beat up?" I say, bounding into the living room and pretending to unleash a flurry of jabs at my housemate's belly, working it like a speedbag as she lies on the couch trying to watch TV.
"Go away," she whines, pouting.
I bend down and plant a light kiss on her forehead. The pout goes away.
"Wait. I screwed that up," I say. "That was supposed to be a head butt."
The pout returns.
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Glad to hear you're feeling better, Pet.
-- Kitty
Do you start all your conversations that way? ("Who wants to get beat up?", "Who wants a fork in the neck?")
That was my first laugh of the day, bless you, sir. Did you head butt her? Because that would put the cap on it.
Kat: And then I kissed her on the mouth and gave her my avian flu!
Scott: Most of them. But often I don't say anything at all, but just rush toward her with my fist extended like a battering ram.
Miker: I did not head butt her. She's actually pretty tough. Once she came home drunk and wrestled me, and we knocked over the stove.
You're still wrestling women, huh buddy?
And what's the deal with this "Scott" guy. He can't be Scott. I'm Scott
You are Scott. Anyway, yes. Still occasionally wrestling women. But not popping a boner anymore.
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