Okay, this doesn't have anything to do with THAT sort of Oral History, perverts.
I suck at relationships because I have the pillow talk skills of a retarded, blind anglerfish on crack.
Me: I want something.
Him: What do I get for it?
Me: What do you want?
Him: Ohh, I think you'll have to do something for me.
Me: I can make you a paper mache ant eater!
Him: Not what I was looking for...
Me: A picture of an aardvark done in macaroni?
Him: ......
For some reason he STILL likes me after that.
I think it's actually because the dogs like me.
P.S. I don't think this is actually how the conversation went, but I think it's close enough.
