Cheer for me. I am a garbage-diving sexpot! Thanks, Kylester! ;)
But it's not as bad as this: At first I thought Katy was Ashlee Simpson. HA HA!
This chapter was hilarious (so I had to rate it as such, or "funny" if you will). I feel compelled to point out my personal highlights:
/I prayed it was one of those ironic pseudonyms, but something about him led me to believe he was aptly named. Perhaps it was his overall greasiness.
agitated import
"Mommy, what's a wanker?" My eyes grew wide at my child's inquiry into British insults.
"Yeah you. I caught you having a good time with Patrick. I saw you high-five him." He shrugged.
"Big deal. I was throwing the retard a bone." Without hesitation, I swatted at his shoulder./
Keep it DoJ, man.
P.S.: Why didn't Pete think Katy was from Germany?