J-Fed: A Real Pisser
The World According To Kiki & J-Fed
"He whipped out his wing wang and pissed in front of me," I told Mr. Ex.
"Well, is that drunk or just classless?" Mr. Ex begged the question before cracking up. He did have a point. It was less than 30 minutues before J-Fed and I had called a truce. He told me he felt insulted by my lack of faith in him, and I pointed out that he had gone to the bathroom in front of me. He tried to justify it with the fact he had only opened the door because he thought somebody was there inside the house. Yeah, somebody was there... and that somebody was ME!
In the end, J-Fed and I didn't kiss, but we did make up.
"By the way, you owe me an apology, Max Headroom," I said, alluding to the chop job he called a haircut. Maybe this time, I was only half-right. Or half wrong. Maybe J-Fed's glass had only been half full. This time around.
