Lindsey: I'm reading that now
I really want Audra to have a lion familiar named Aslan... but lions are fucking HUGE.
She'd need like a fucking suburban to tote his ass around
me: so?
LOL
Lindsey: she'd have to specially reinforce her bed so he could sleep at her feet. (at, not on; she does not want to be crushed.)
me: ...you mean her bed isn't specially reinforced anyway? You know, just for, RACK OF DOOM?
Really?
Lindsey: RACK OF DOOM? In her BED where she SLEEPS? Bitch, please, all that blood and screaming would RUIN her sheets.
That's what the GUEST bedroom is for.
me: I'm talking about her tits, genius.
Lindsey: ...oh
I was thinking about torture.
me: Of course you were
Lindsey: That probably says something about me, but I don't even care.
To avoid confusion, from now on we will refer to her chest as "TITS O' DOOM"
Or Titsy McGee
or Lady Tits-a-lot
Or Homina Homina
Or "Bvldbmdfnadf" which is the sound you would make motorboating her.
me: LOL
Lindsey: Yeah, blog THAT
:-P