“That’s not what your mom said when I was screwing her last night!” Fish said and punched Larry in the shoulder.
“Ouch man not so hard!” Larry complained.
Fish then shot back with, “Serves you right.”
Subconsciously I continued to wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and Fish saw me.
“Keep it up and I might do it again.” He threatened.
“Come on; let’s go get some rub-a-dub-grub.” Bertha said as we started walking down to the crosswalk.
“Yeah, I need to get something to wash the taste of Fish out of my mouth.” That last comment of mine made everyone but Fish laugh.
BB, playing the part of the jilted lover asked, “Did you slip him tongue too?”
Knowing that Fish has a thing for pickles, I mean he eats five or six a day, I decided to play along by saying, “Only a little” and licked my lips, “By the way, did you have pickles today?”