The other night Monica and I were talking. This happens from time to time as we live together and are going to get married. The conversation goes something like this:

Monica: My boobs hurt.
Me: Ok.
Monica: Have you been slapping them around at night or something?

This is where I burst into laughter because now I have a mental image of me waiting for Monica to go to sleep and then just slapping the shit out of her boobs. Why I would do this is beyond me, but I thought the mental image was hilarious. Not that I think beating women is funny (although slapping a kid at a Wal-Mart is kind of amusing). The whole thing just instantly took on a cartoon image in my mind.

I eventually stopped laughing and said something like “You knew about that?” Monica couldn’t understand why I thought that was so funny.

Needless to say, I haven’t slapped her boobs around or anything. I guess I just hope that no one else is?

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