I think it’s like going to a bar you’ve never been to and drinking a couple dozen White Russians – you never know where you’ll end up and when it’s done, you’ll probably be filled with regrets and lots of questions about what happened. I don’t know what Mathdude expects me to write here. I’m not that good at math, and I certainly don’t know any math jokes. Still, he doesn’t ever write about math, so how bad can I be?
(Cell phone rings to One Bourbon, One Scotch, and One Beer ringtone)
Molinder: Where are you?
Me: I’m at Eating Chicken Vindaloo.
MoL: Where’s that?
Me: It’s Mathdude’s blog.
MoL: Mathdude? Who’s that?
Me: I don’t know. Some sketchy old dude. I think he’s stalking me.
MoL: So why are you writing a post for him?
Me: I don’t know. As a favor, I guess.
MoL: Because you’re easy?
Me: Because you’re a skanky ho?
MoL: So you’re writing fiction, now?
Me: So you’re a skanky ho, now?
MoL: You should write about how highly I think of your writing…
Me: Aw, Molinder…
MoL: …‘cause if you’re writing fiction, you might as well go all out.
Me: I think I’ll write about how you’re so easy, you’d do Alan Rickman.
MoL: Oh, yeah, you’re so easy, you’d do William Atherton.
Me: Hi, Hans. I'm Molinder. You’re cute. Wanna do me?
MoL: Are you drunk?
Me: Drunk? No way. I don’t wrink and drite, I mean drink and write.
Me: You know what, since I’m doing the writing, I can put down that you said anything.
MoL: You wouldn’t!
MoL: I am a skanky ho. I do think Rassle’s blogging is awesome, and I most definitely would do Alan Rickman any time he wants, any way he wants!