Took an extended lunch/field-trip this afternoon with Buddy. Found ourselves in the Chapters at West Edmonton Mall.
"Hey, look!" Buddy said, "I found a book about you." And points to a book titled Easy.
"You know, I'm not actually a slut." I informed him. "I only have sex with people I really like."
"Well, you like a lot of people."
"... I know," I conceded, hanging my head in shame.
*I maintain that I am not slut, though: Sluts get laid, and I most assuredly do not.