Preferences April 29, 2014Posted by skinbad in Personal Experiences, Stupid shit.
So I had this conversation with a neighbor lady a couple of days ago:
Her: “I really like it dirty. It’s my favorite. There’s just nothing so good.”
Me: “I agree. Sometimes it’s more of a half this, half that thing, but dirty is the best.”
Her: “If you give me that once in a while, I’ll do whatever you need.”
Me: “OK. You know, someone told me fuzzy was better. I thought, ‘OK, I’ll try it.’ No way. It was kind of nasty. Stick with dirty.”
Her: “Oh, no. Not fuzzy. Don’t go there.”
At this point we both looked at each other and realized the conversation had taken a turn.
Anyone know what we were talking about? I’m wondering if it’s a local thing.