Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Crack (Socks CDLXXIII)

The woman opened a door, reached in and took something out. Then she picked up the forgotten toothbrush and threw it at the man still on the bed.
"You gonna pick up your towel?"
"Maybe."
"Don't let it get mildew smellin"
From the bathroom, "If your so worried, you pick it up."
He did, and as he walked into the bathroom he held the towel in both hands and twirled it into a ropelike form.
The woman covered her bare buttocks and giggled, "Don't even think about it."
He flipped one end of the towel, "Crack."
"Ow," She wasn't giggling.

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