Chapter Twenty-Four

ROW

oBITCHuary: Can you send me a picture of your ear?

oBITCHuary: Any ear would be fine (but left is best).

McMonster: Have you been day drinking?

McMonster: WHY?

oBITCHuary: I find ears attractive. Like, when I look at a man (in pictures, I'm mostly too horrified to check them out IRL) I always look at the ears. I'm trying to see if we could be a good match.

McMonster: I thought you only wanted to be friends.

oBITCHuary: Ugh. You are a master negotiator. Trade-off?

McMonster: I don't mean to sound rude, but I really couldn't give two craps about your ears, Bitchy.

oBITCHuary: Well, Mac, I was thinking more…like…a picture of my lips?

McMonster: Which pair?

oBITCHuary: Sheeeesh.

oBITCHuary sent an attachment

McMonster: Very kissable .

McMonster sent an attachment

McMonster: Verdict?

oBITCHuary: Also very kissable.

McMonster: You're weird.

oBITCHuary: But you love it.

McMonster: But I love it.