“I’m sick of hearing about politicians’ sex scandals.”
“You and me both, sister,” Gloria answered.
I held up my laptop for her to see. “Have you seen this picture of Representative Anthony Weiner’s underwear?”
“Yeah. Pathetic, isn’t it? He could at least have worn something other than grey cotton knit briefs. That makes the whole thing even sadder.”
“I know. He needs to get a Speedo, right? At least then we’d have something worth looking at.”
Gloria squinted at the picture Rep. Weiner had sexted to a girl who was considerably younger than he. “It’s possible, but it’s hard to tell from this angle.”
We both smirked.
“If he had sexted that picture to me, I would have laughed,” I announced. “I’ve laundered too many pairs of those grey cotton briefs in the past 28 years of marriage to find them even remotely sexy.”
“I guess that’s why he sent the photo to a 21-year-old instead of to you,” Gloria teased.
I chuckled. “You know that’s right. I’m not sure why men think women want to see pictures like that anyway. They really are clueless, aren’t they?”
“Pretty much,” Gloria agreed. “You’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all.”
I lifted my grande iced chai latte in a toast. “Here’s to Representative Weiner and his grey briefs. May he wave them proudly for generations to come.”
“That’s awful.” Gloria choked on her frappuccino. “I love it.”
“It’s a gift,” I answered modestly, entering the line as my FB status. It is funny, if I say so myself.
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