"Roxy, I am going to replace you with a newer, slicker version. And to top it all off. She has the same name as you. I am going to call her Foxy Roxy 2." My friend Roxy is a high end call girl in Las Vegas. Every once in a blue moon she will be my girlfriend. The other day I met a younger version of her, and it just so happens the younger version shares the first name as the latter.
"Jethro, you are telling me you met some twenty two year old cutie with the same first name as me and you honestly think she is going to be interested in a broke ass loser like you? Reality check! Not going to happen!" I was just yanking her chain a little, she doesn't have to be so nasty about things, "Jethro, why are you calling me?" she then adds, "And why do I answer the phone when you do?" Roxy is an addiction for me. Any guy with half a brain would have moved on a long time ago. I can't seem to do that - "Roxy, you know I was only teasing you. No reason to get worked up about things," I tell her with a chuckle. "Jethro," she says in an agitated tone, "You are such a fucking moron. You think I would get jealous of your dumb ass? Grow-up asshole!" I should have left things at that...but me and my big mouth.
"Roxy, you know what makes this girl different from you? Mileage! She has about ten years less than you do. This girl is sweet as can be, not jaded like you." I should have heeded my original thought and kept my big mouth shut - "Listen! You fucking prick!" she yells emphatically, "I can out drink! Out fight! And out fuck! Any of these young bitches in Las Vegas! I wouldn't even let this bitch you are describing carry my purse! You think you're so cool because you can write? Hey, what's it gotten you? Nothing! You know what your problem is Jethro? Besides being a fucking loser! You don't have it! Your Uncle Ned was right about what he said about you. This time I am for real! Forget about you and me! And lose my fucking number!"
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