BRANDY AND PORTER ARE AT THE DINER ON SMITH STREET. BRANDY IS EATING- WHAT ELSE?- MOZERELLA STICKS. PORTER IS HAVING A GENTLEMAN'S SUPPER OF SPINACH STUFFED SHELLS. THEY ARE CHATTING AMICABLY ABOUT THE PAST WEEK'S ROMANTIC EXPLOITS. PORTER IS DETAILING A LESS THAN REWARDING ENCOUNTER. PORTER: So I went to go meet her, and visit with her Mom, because they were all in town for a baby shower-
BRANDY: (rolls eyes and snorts in disgust) BOOOOOOORING!
PORTER: No, that's, it's not bad. I don't mind that there was a baby shower. I mean, I like her Mom.
BRANDY: But I'm being on your side.
PORTER: I know, but you like, do that where you hate everything about the story, even the parts that don't warrant hate.
BRANDY: (peevishly) It's because I love you.
PORTER GRIMACES.
3 comments:
excellent storytelling, I felt like I was there eating potato skins smothered in sour cream. Was this like the time hwre Porter made the mistake of telling you and I (who at the time, of course drunk) about some girl troubles and you and I kept being assholes and taking pictures of ourselves instead of listening to him??!
I may have run into Porter after the baby shower??!? I was the blasted drunk one on the corner of Smith and Dean... at a party where I knew no a soul!
LOOK! There's that pesky beard again, on your face in your profile picture! Oh dammit, it keeps getting into things- GET OUT OF THE RUBBISH!
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