So last night, I'm on the Soul Bar message board looking for info about Sky City's pre-opening tonight. Amy comes over from where she's been watching What Not to Wear (which explains why I was on the internets--I'm not that gay...I don't care what anyone tells you).
"Whatcha lookin' at?", she asks.
"Soul Bar message board. Looks like they're open tomorrow," I cleverly retort.
"Cool." she says, walking into the kitchen.
I follow her in, always hungry at that time of night. I'm standing behind her as she reaches up into the cupboard...
...and pulls out coco(a).
Kind of a Freudian pick, I think.
