Some of the email banter I get from the GF can turn a horrific day into something positive, and funny:
GF: How did you like the Michelina’s there Mister Sir Patrick Maestro?
Me: Just Maestro please. They don't call Leonard Bernstien "Mr Sir Leonard Maestro" do they? So, please refrain from using any honorifics, as well as any proper first names. Thank you. The Maestro has spoken. Oh, the Alfredo was pretty good. Heeeeee...<--my dork laugh.
GF: You crack me up there Grand PooBah! Oh I mean…….Maestro.
Me: They don't call me The Virtuoso for nuthin. I got game, baby
GF: Oh yes you do! Jimmy popped corn but I don’t care.
Me: Are you Tony Danza? If you are, then hold me closer. Please.
GF: Yes, yes I am. How did you know? C ‘mere & let me give you a big ass squeeze!
Me: No, don't squeeze my ass! I gotta take a dump, and things could... well... happen down there. It wouldn't be pretty.
GF: Kind of like a play-doh machine?
We're dorks, but we're happy dorks at least.
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