“Hey, Self.”
“Hey, Self. Whatup?”
“Nice shoes.”
Why, yes, I probably *am* flashing the boulevard.
“Thanks.”
“But is wearing 5-inch stiletto heel Vince Camutos such a grand idea after you and Roommate got all down with the leg-pressing at the gym last night? I mean, that staircase at work is kinda steep.”
“Shut up.”
