I was headed to a house party after office and I dropped in at Le Gf’s house to pick her up.
Me: You ready?
Le Gf: Yup!
Me: Alright, let’s head out!
Le Gf: Wait!
Le Gf: Are you wearing that to the party?
Me: Yeah, why?
Le Gf: Don’t you think it’s a little dowdy?
Me: Not at all! I love this shirt!
Le Gf: Errrrrr…..
Me: What’s wrong with this shirt?
Le Gf: It looks like one of those Fab India shirts!
Me: IT IS A Fab India shirt!
Le Gf: My point exactly!
Me: Jeez! I like this shirt, alright!
Le Gf: But it makes you look so…. So Bong!
Me: I AM BONG!
Le Gf: So this is what is going happen. You’re going to change your shirt, wear something that doesn’t look dowdy, or else we’re staying in.
Me: Seesh! Fine!
Le Gf: That’s my baby!
Me: GF – 1. Me – 0. This ain’t over.
Le Gf: We’ll see about that.