Handbag
“Ah shit,” Charlotte gasped. “She’s gonna kill me!”
“What happened,” Derrick asked, puffing on his cigarette.
“I broke Abby’s purse.” She showed the guys the purse and the broken zipper piece.
“Shit, first she’s mad about you not telling her about the concert, now this, way to go Char.” Jonathan laughed.
“Fix it,” she whined.
“Yeah, soon as I pull my mini welder out of my ass.” Jonathan jested, looking over the purse.
“Hey, you guys been to Rick’s Cabaret.” Derrick asked.
“Yeah man, hey, this one time, I saw this nerdy looking dude,” Jonathan said, trying to fasten the zipper back onto the purse, “and the stripper, shit man, came up to him and did this one move, and bam, totally hit him on the nose! He was all bloody and shit. When she asked me for a dance, I told her, shit, better not make me bleed!” He laughed. “Nope, can’t do it.” He handed the purse back. “Better buy her another one!”
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