A conversation that I had via text with John Hamm this weekend: Me: Do you work tonight?
JH: Nope. Off all day.
JH: Yeah, except for the part where I'm not making any money.
Me: That's what those booty shorts and that street corner are for. ;)
And then she sent me this:
JH: I'd be all like, "I'm just trying to pay for law school!" and they'd be all like, "Psh, yeah, haven't heard that one before."
Me: And then everyone would be all like, "Why is that hooker crying?" and I'd be like, "The correct question is 'why ISN'T she crying?'"
JH: And then I'd be all like, "SHUT UP, WEASLEY!" and you'd be all like, "THEY HAVEN'T SEEN THAT PICTURE, NO ONE KNOWS WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT." But then they'd be all "Nah, you're a ginger. We get it."
And then I sent her this:
JH: And then I'd be like "BUT I DO. I DON'T HAVE ENOUGH MONEY FOR THIS SHIT. GAWD."
Later that same day...
Me: ...Life would be so much more interesting if you were a prostitute.
JH: It's true. All those whacky hijinks we'd get into.
Me: It'd make a great British sit-com.
JH: It'd be called "The Slag and the Hag." Also, not a bad name for a pub.
Me: Truth. ...Wait. Am I the hag?
JH: Uh, yeah. 'Cause I'm the slag.
Me: Yeah, but hag? Like an old hag?
JH: I don't know. It rhymed.
Me: Why not just "Lady and the Tramp"?
JH: 'Cause you ain't a lady.
Me: Am I nothing but a sister?*
JH: Yup. :)
*Bonus points if you get that reference.
And that, Duckies, was my weekend. How was yours?