a conversation with a boy who dresses like ellen

him: you slut.

me: then what would that make you?

him: pure as the driven snow...with a minor obsession with peepees.

me: minor my ass!

him: leave it to you to bring your ass into this. in a conversation about peepees no less.

me: why you always gotta be thinkin' bout my ass? slut.

him: as the driven snow i say!!!!!