So my ex-brother-inlaw is my roommate for about a month. He’s on the phone with Joy when the conversation turned to how dry Joy’s house is. We’ll call him Earl.
“Well, what did my brother say?” Asked Joy.
“He said he woke up this morning and his lips were dried and cracked,” Earl replied.
“That’s not from the house,” she said, “that’s from the semen.”
Earl laughed, and repeated it to me.
“You tell Joy it’s like her dry, crusty lips down there.”
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