I know many of you read Martini Ministry and are fans of the Recovering Baptist. So, I thought you’d get a kick out of the following exchange in my living room this morning.
"Who was that girl who had all those guys hitting on her and trying to get her to go to the strip clubs with them?"
"The Recovering Baptist."
"Damn. There’s just something about her. I don’t know. She was hot as hell. Did she go home with those guys?"
"No."
"Well, damn. I’m glad to know someone had a worse night than me. Those poor guys were hitting on her for hours and hours and she didn’t even notice?"
"I don’t know. I don’t think so."
"But she’s hot as hell! I would have hit on her, but I didn’t want to horn in on their action."
Tiny Cat Pants 
WHAT??!!! Um… I…. wait. No. No. Guys do not hit on me. Are you making this up? He meant "hot" as in "sweaty as hell," right? Cause that was true. I just…. I need to go lie down.And also I’d like to point out that strip clubs are all a legitimate part of the recovery process.
Just be careful. Most of the women that lie down thinking about how hot my brother thinks they are end up having his baby. Not that you wouldn’t be a vast improvement on the rest of his babies’mammas…
I saw the play. She’s not making it up. Totally hot.