TANNER TITTIES AND THE ‘GETTING TO KNOW YOU’ STAGE
When you commit to a joke, you have to ride it out, no matter where the pieces end up laying.
Faking a Tanner Glass boob signature was easy. Remembering it was there after a night of spicy food, wine, what’s more gross?: poo vs. snot debates and awkward couch seating arrangements and an Irish comedian, was impossible.
Needless to say, what I thought could either go the way of jealousy or disbelief at my slutty-ness, turned into, well, a turn on. Somehow I always forget the ‘boy factor’ of life. Being that they could pretty much be in any situation, and still be wondering how it’s erotic.
I did come clean that it was a fake in the end, but my man friend didn’t get it. Or didn’t think it was funny. Or didn’t care. I guess that one goes into the “jokes for and by Alisha” category.
