Shawn Morrison: Looking forward to [the beach trip and] getting the hell out of here.
Me: You and me both.
Shawn Morrison: Literally, the NYPD has a warrent for my arrest. What's your excuse?
Me: I'm not sure how to describe it without seeming crass, so I'll just say it involved my junk and someone's face who didn't want their face near my junk.
Me: Come to think of it, that sounded pretty crass.
Shawn Morrison: Well, didn't seem crass at all at first.
Shawn Morrison: When I was picturing your junk as all the trinkets you hoarde.
Me: Yeah, I need to stop referring to my trinket pile as junk too, it's starting to confuse people.
Shawn Morrison: God, so then what did you think yesterday when I said, "I want to oil up your junk and rub it on my cheeks?"
Me: Let's just say I was nervous and cautiously optimistic.
Shawn Morrison: Funny, me too.
