So my brother called me at 2 a.m. today. This is how the conversation went:
"Hey, are you coming home today?"
"No..."
"Why not?"
(I'm confused)
"I'm coming home Sunday," I say, trying to compensate.
"Sunday?! Oh...okay. I'll poke an airhole for the stripper I got you."
Yeah. And then I went back to sleep. Or tried to, anyway. (You must admit, things like that don't happen every day).
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You should really check on that stripped then, ja?
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