This morning I was still stewing over the fact that Drk's shirt was sitting abandoned at Hot Ronnie's house...cast aside like my love. Chelle and Johnny FINALLY came downstairs, after everyone else had already left to go to breakfast. I sat in the living room alone, hopelessly alone...until they came rolling down the stairs. I felt the need to question (read: interrogate) John about how Drk's shirt came to be off his body. At first I was picturing the very attractive goth girl with the bullring and Drk going at it...but apparently this wasn't the case (at least not at Hot Ronnie's house). I am a very scary girl when I'm not on top of my game...and for once, let me say, I'm totally flustered here.
Me: So what was Drk doing when he took his shirt off? (as I squint at John with a mean look in my eye).
John: (backs away from crazy girl) We had a barbecue and he was hot or something. I don't know.
Me: (laughing)
Chelle: What did the hell did that look like? (laughing meanly because well, Drk's getting a little Buddha belly...I don't even know how since he doesn't drink or eat meat. How can you get fat on eating veggies??)
Me: I'll tell you what it probably looked like...fatty, fat, fat...fatty mcfatterson! (as you can see I'm very mature)
John: He was wearing another shirt under that one guys.
Chelle and Me: Ohhhhh.
Me: (laughing some more)