WEEK IN CRAIG: Save the Drama For Your Mama

By Amy Blair
Last night after a minor tiff, my boyfriend picked up my cat and lovingly asked her, “Pong, how would you like to see Mommy get ripped apart by bears?” To which I affectionately responded that I was going to have to pee in his mouth while he was sleeping later that night. He told me I was sweet, but that he was going to chop my tits off with a machete. I informed him that he is a sick, twisted bastard and I was going to have to go have sex with another man for revenge. To which he responded with good riddance. Then we brushed our teeth, got into bed, and fell asleep watching Sports Center. All was right in the world.




















