James I were talking about the psycho married female teachers who initiate sex with their underage male students whom he has posted about (there haven’t been any lezbos yet, have there?). He said that if she were getting it at home, she wouldn't have gone looking for it in the wrong place. Unless, I add, there were something more going on, like a desire to get back at her husband. I chime in with a reference to a divorced friend's wife who would whore herself out by only allowing him sex in exchange for something she wanted, like a new sofa (he took to prostitutes, because they were cheaper). I’ve already told James this story before, and sometimes it becomes a funny reference inserted into conversations about other unbelievable bitches. I refer to her as “the sofa-f*ing bitch.

Well, I must have pushed the button on my cell phone to check our time or something mid-conversation. Unbelievably, I must have held that button a few seconds too long, because I hear the voice of Siri, in male Brit form (I love accents) saying, “Lili, your language!” I’m dumbfounded for a second, until I see that Siri has recorded my words, “sofa-fucking bitch,” in the top of my display screen. Impeccable timing, and I didn’t get the usual glitches, like “I didn’t understand that, could you say that again?” To date, I may be the only hunnish one in the world to have been chided by a smart phone.

I showed this to James immediately, so I have a witness, yo. En we laffed ar asses off, yo!

And Ishmael, I have, relative to your comment in Dawn in Dindustan, more than a “tad bit of Atilla the Hun’s lineage.” I have 50% plus, given that I mostly resemble my father’s side of the family, physically and by my nature, since it’s not a straight 50/50 cut down the middle genetically; and also, I was born there, went back there, and speak the language…

Hunnish cheers!

And by the way, James’ Broke-Ass Rasheed is off to a rollicking good start; funny as shit, yo! Read it en laff yo ass off too, yo!