“Here. Try these brownies Linda,” I said. “They’re better than sex.”
Linda took one off of the tray and bit into it. After just a couple of chews, she spit it out into the napkin.
“What the fuck was that?” she asked.
“I put mud in there from outside to look like brownies,” I said. “Isn’t that funny?”
Linda continued spitting the brownie out in disgust and rushed away - probably to get some water.
Later, as I had miserable sex with this old pile of phonebooks I kept in my office, I realized that I actually felt pretty good that I had been so honest with Linda about how good the brownies were.
