Three cups of coffee, two girls and a guy sitting in the living room having a perfectly nice time then one friend decides to take the conversation down a twisted road. I’m sipping my mocha coffee (that would be a tad bit of almond extract, chocolate syrup and vanilla extract) when this conversation ensued:
Male friend: It occurred to me the other day that my therapist is my bitch.
Aussie: (cleaning the coffee spit up on her shirt) What?
Male friend: Yeah, I pay him by the hour. He says what we do is up to me. That makes him my bitch. I’m his pimp.
Aussie: Oookayyyy…
Female friend: No, that makes you his John. The insurance company is his pimp.
Aussie: I know that’s the truth.
Male friend: Well he’s still my bitch.
Aussie: See, this is exactly why you have years upon years of healing left to do. You’re one sick puppy you know that?
Although we do have meaningful conversations during dinner or while having coffee sometimes theres a break in reality for things such as the above. Even so we all went back to sipping as if the man hadn’t just strayed off the path and went right down Strange Street, took a left on Twisted Road then parked on Out of His Mind Lane. I fear he may stay parked for awhile. LOL
Aussie Conversations: Down A Twisted Road
Monday, March 24, 2008-4:17PM EST
Interesting conversations you have!
Ha! I coulda told ya that!
LOL
Billie
Maybe this makes me a tad weird too…..but I laughed out loud (after spitting out my own water). Ha!