Ajay: "It's time---let's get your shot out of the way".
me: "Hey! I have an idea! Let's just not do that tonight! Yeah, let's just "forget"!"
We're running out of places to inject.
Ajay: (coming at me with a syringe held needle side up, tapping out the air bubbles, edging me into the corner) "Cooooome oooon, let's just get it out of the way. "
Ajay's hair is larger than normal and it takes on a mad scientist look as he advances, trapping me in the corner. Defeated, I drop my pants in the kitchen.
me: "Seriously, how is it possible to run out of non-bruised butt-space? Look at the size of that thing!"
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