The scene:
Rebecca and I are in bed talking a bit before we go to sleep. I have a habit of pondering unusual things right before my brain shuts off.
Me: Honey...?
Rebecca: Yes?
Me: You ever feel sorry for people with really unusual fetishes?
Rebecca: What do you mean?
Me: Well, like, it's hard enough to get laid at all, much less if you have to dress up like Dwight D. Eisenhower and have someone dressed as Groucho Marx urinate on you while singing "I like Ike!"
Rebecca: Haha. ....backwards.
Me: eki ekil ee!
Rebecca and I are in bed talking a bit before we go to sleep. I have a habit of pondering unusual things right before my brain shuts off.
Me: Honey...?
Rebecca: Yes?
Me: You ever feel sorry for people with really unusual fetishes?
Rebecca: What do you mean?
Me: Well, like, it's hard enough to get laid at all, much less if you have to dress up like Dwight D. Eisenhower and have someone dressed as Groucho Marx urinate on you while singing "I like Ike!"
Rebecca: Haha. ....backwards.
Me: eki ekil ee!
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I know it's the law of the jungle or something, but it was gross and sad.