She: “What kind of lipgloss is that?”
She B: “It’s called Make Out. What are you wearing?”
She: “Diva.”
She B: “Of course.”
Me: “Golly, I feel under-glossed wearing this huckleberry lip balm.”
She B: “But didn’t huckleberry lip balm once save your life?”
Me: “Yes, yes it did.”
She: “You could combine glosses. Add a little Diva, a little Make Out.”
She B: “What would that give you? Queen Slut gloss?”
Me: “Queen of the glosses…all the best features — domination, sluttiness and the sweet aroma of huckleberries.”
