A Conversation

"I need some sheets, uh....Jeffery."

"Fabulouth! It juth tho happens we have thum lovely, thateen, juth in, AND, ith on THALE!"

"Um...Jeffery dear, the last time I was thoopid...sorry...stupid enough to cover my bed in satin, I was in college. It was a waterbed; equally stupid. For you see, Jeffery, when one's boyfriend looses his stroke rhythm, on a non-waveless, waterbed, covered in satin, tha both of ya' end up on the floor, ejected from said waterbed, by the recoil of a "wave", twisted and contorted within the satin. Pass."

"Egyptian cotton ith nith."

"Perfect!"

"Right thith way."