Iraqi In My Khaki

 

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A conversation I had today as one of my alter egos, Trailer Trash Trisha. Nothing has been edited except the names. The conversation went exactly as below.

Chief: hey whats up
Trailer Trisha: hopefully not you
Chief: wow whats with that
Trailer Trisha: whats with what?
Chief: nm
Trailer Trisha: thats what I thought
Chief: yup ur cool
Trailer Trisha: so are you...how you spell "your" is very unique
Trailer Trisha: hey want to get naked and have a big dog pile?
Trailer Trisha: thats the "in" thing right now
Chief: sure
Trailer Trisha: cool
Trailer Trisha: okay you start
Chief: started
Trailer Trisha: well?
Trailer Trisha: what did you take off?
Chief: pants u gotta pic
Trailer Trisha: **slowly un-buttons her blouse hiding the gravey stain**
Trailer Trisha: can I put a leash on you?
Trailer Trisha: that is also a cool thing right now
Chief: sure
Trailer Trisha: **puts a leash on chief**
Chief: cool
Trailer Trisha: **hands her girlfriend a kodak disposable camera**
Trailer Trisha: here take our picture
Trailer Trisha: wait...
Trailer Trisha: let me put a hood on you
Chief: ok
Trailer Trisha: **puts a hood on chief**
Trailer Trisha: **pinches his butt**
Trailer Trisha: hehe
Chief: lol
Chief: whats next
Trailer Trisha: now I'll parade you around in your leash & hood
Chief: nice
Chief: what u look like
Trailer Trisha: picture on my profile
Trailer Trisha: can I call you Mr. Iraqi?
Trailer Trisha: thas so sexy to me
Chief: what
Trailer Trisha: i like saying iraqi in my khaki
Chief: i guess
Trailer Trisha: **pretends she's shooting at Mr. Iraqi's genitals**
Trailer Trisha: **shouts** IRAQI IN MY KHAKI
Chief: lol
Trailer Trisha: i got morning dew
Chief: mmm
Chief: can i try some
Trailer Trisha: okay
Chief: how do u wanna do this
Trailer Trisha: you lead, I'll follow my little crazy leash wearin lover
Chief: do u have dirty underwear
Trailer Trisha: like stains? yes
Chief: will u send me a nasty pic
Chief: i cant look on prof
Chief: what color stains
Trailer Trisha: use your imagination
Chief: ok u live in a trailer
Trailer Trisha: yes....easier to move
Chief: good
Chief: so u are leadin me around the house on a leash
Trailer Trisha: yes and you're wearing a hood with no pants
Chief: well i kisss your feet and u grab my hair >>>
Chief: ...
Trailer Trisha: how do i grab your hair if you have the hood on?
Chief: my ears
Trailer Trisha: okay
Chief: what do u do
Trailer Trisha: I yank on your leash and tell you to shout my name
Chief: TRISHA
Chief: TRISHA
Trailer Trisha: Mmmmmm
Chief: whats next im bout to burst
Chief: already
Trailer Trisha: lets have a naked dog pile
Chief: mmm
Trailer Trisha: wait, i'm hungry
Trailer Trisha: are we at your place or mine?
Chief: urs
Trailer Trisha: oh okay, let me get some mac N cheese
Trailer Trisha: want some?
Chief: sure
Chief: you gotta mic
Trailer Trisha: no
Trailer Trisha: **while stirring the mac N cheese she spills it**
Trailer Trisha: dammit
Trailer Trisha: that was my last package too
Trailer Trisha: how about some peanut butter & jelly?
Trailer Trisha: **yanks on leash**
Trailer Trisha: i said...how about some peanut butter & jelly?
Trailer Trisha: whats wrong? did your mom walk in on you?
Trailer Trisha: ???

This is when I believe Einstein put me on ignore.