C gave E A...
C gave E A STD, the gift that keeps giving.
Surprisingly, E was O-K with this. "NBD," E said, shrugging. "I used to work in XXX films," C confessed, embarrassed. E LOL'd. "I like that," E said, shocking C. He waited for her to say J-K, but she didn't. She meant it. E liked that C was like a BMOC in the XXX film world (which C suggested as he went on to tell E all about his R-rated... or rather, X-rated, or NC-17 rated, life).
"I tried to buy you a F-in' awesome gift, like M&Ms, hot T, or K jewelers jewelry, because you're my GF," (and C liked E's double Ds, but he couldn't tell her that now). C felt like a bad BF.
"O, C! This STD is more personal than any PB&J or B&B in the world. As long as I don't have anything too bad. Because then I'll have to see a HMO or DR or someone for that."
It wasn't. It was just the ol' clap, and C and E lived together in infamy, happy (and itchy and burning and gross) as can B.
Sorry it got gross-- tryin' to keep it funny!
"Something Wicked This Way Comes"
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