And this is why we don’t play charades…
We’re discussing our pre-game dinner when J decides he wants to play charades.
J: holds up five fingers
me: Five
J: points at self
me: Pussies?
J: flips the bird
me: Five pussies fuck me? That’s a hell of a restaurant!
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