Tonight, in the Orange Bungalow…
I walk into living room wearing my new dress:
Steve: where are you going? have you got a date?
Phill: she’s been wearing that all day you retard
Steve: but you are though?
Me: what?
Steve: going on a date
Me: no.
Steve: you smell like you’re going on a date
Me: that’s weird, and I’m not
Steve: you are though aren’t you?
Phill: you’re an idiot.
