Let it rain
She: Wanna come join us tonight? We need a break from the madness.
Me: I can’t the cute boy and I have plans. I feel like such a putz, I keep ditching you guys. I feel so bad.
She: Don’t feel bad! Be glad. You have man meat to play with – everything else can be construed as jealousy. I mean, you should feel bad a little bit maybe…just a little for shunning the girls, but not so bad. You’ve had a drought. You deserve a little…er, ummmm, rain! Yeah, rain!
