This month, I have to apologize to a relative of mine who creams her panties whenever she thinks about Vin Diesel. How do I know? Well, let’s just say- I have a really good sense of smell.
Her: “I looooovvvvve Vin Diesel.”
Me: “Yeah, his movies are pretty good.”
Her: “I don’t care if his movies are good, I just like looking at him.”
Me: (horrified) “Why?”
Her: “Girl, come on. He’s perfect- he’s got the body of Adonis!”
Me: “Ew. Whatever.”
Her: “Are you kidding me? Seriously, are you blind? He’s so friggen hott!”
Me: “I guess so, if you like Mini me.”
Her: “Mini me? Not even. They look nothing alike!”
Me: “Mmmkay. Do you have pictures? Let me show you.”
Thinking back on it though, it was kind of evil for me to screw her fantasy up. So relative, I’m sorry and hey- whatever floats your boat, is alllllll good with me.