just wrong

Andrea and I are just wrong.

we divvy up men to each other on a regular basis. now, one would imagine, since we've been friends for, what?, ever that we'd only want the best for each other. such is never the case with us. in fact, we delight in the squirming of the others stomach and nerves. so as we're sitting here watching TV we're liberally assigning men to the others harem (heirom, according to Andrea). the men are not hot. they are never attractive and frequently have either learning or physical disablities. apparently, i'm currently dating the old, coke-bottled, decrepit man on PBS asking "when we (America) were going to send our eggs to India." that's what i'm talking about. she's also just informed me that my lu-vah is Hurley.

we're flipping through the channels and she stops and says, "Ohhh, you got Jerry Orbach." i, needlessly, informed her that he was dead, to which she responded, "I know, Jerry in the ground." What i said next i'm neither proud of nor, honestly, thoroughly ashamed by, but, in life, you have to make a choice and you always go for the funny.

I said:"Nobody puts Jerry in a box."