Good thing our parts can’t talk!
Imagine, imagine that.
Right, Betty Sue? We’d be in trouble,
wouldn’t we, girlfriend? It’s all in the
past, long before we were married
but still. We’d be in trouble.
Well, that’s true, my tongue can talk.
Ha ha, I forgot, it’s made to talk.
It talks in my sleep? Really?
It talks to you, Betty Sue? Who knew.
I thought you just go home after
I pass out. Huh. Well.
What?! No way, Betty Sue!
My tongue is a damn liar!
It’s never done any of those things,
never probed any of those places!
And I don’t know why it keeps
mentioning your husband!
Believe me, Betty Sue.
My tongue is a filthy liar.