Annoying Questions To Which I Received No Response: Part 5 of 17
[directed toward Randy's daughter (as she cowered in her hall bathroom frantically rinsing her eyes out with Listerine and whimpering, and as I picked my jumbled fish-colored body off the closet floor where I had impulsively flung it) seconds after I made the awesome decision to try to walk from my bedroom to the laundry room naked, super naked, as naked as Eve right before she announced that she was done with goddamned grapes already, only to walk into the sightline of this utterly defenseless other person, a person who isn't used to seeing a hairy bedrumpled halibut meandering down the hall at 8:00 in the morning in pursuit of pants:]
"SORRY! Sorry about that! But... I mean... better
you than your
brother, right? HA! Right?? I mean, HA! Phew, right??"
