muted

6 beers ago (or, 60 minutes in real time)

i got home early today. kim was on the porch waiting for gina marie to pick her up so that they could go to happy hour. i went into the house and fridged the 12 beers i had just purchased. when i returned to the porch, gina marie had arrived. she and kim were talking about some testicled person in gina marie's life.

gina marie: men are the worst.

steve (kinda softly): women are worse.

gm: you really think so?

s: yeah.

gm: why? are we more complicated?

s: i don't know. i've given up trying to understand you guys.