Over the weekend I asked Dan to help me think of something to tell my sister to get me for my upcoming graduation because "How the hell should I know?" isn't turning out to be a valid response.
"Why don't you ask her for pole dancing lessons?"
(Copious amounts of wicked laughter) "Where did THAT come from?"
"I read it in CityBeat. Apparently (some local club I don't remember the name of) is offering them. It might be fun (said in creepy Dan: I'm-trying-to-bend-you-to-my-will voice)."
"You really think I need to prepare myself with a backup career like that? You know, in case I don't actually manage to graduate?"
"Oh. I hadn't thought about it that way... but yes."
"I'll bet my parents would be so proud."
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Oh, bloody hell.
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