"You're Lucky It's Just Water"

Tassles again. This is another vindictive story from my trip with Princess to Idaho. Princess and I were playing a card game with Princess's mom, when he made a joke about me queefing. -The joke was less about making fun of me, and really just incorporating a previous conversation, but the gay mentioned "me" and "queef" in the same sentence. I just couldn't let him get away with that.- In a moment of resolve I grabbed my glass of water and threw it in his face.

*Side Note: I am generally a really careful person. I don't mind verbal sparing, but I try to not do or say things that I'll have to apologize later for. However, as I flicked my little wrist and watched that water splash across his smooth gay face, I felt nothing but pure, unadulterated satisfaction.

Needless to say, Princess was shocked. You could see the steam rising from him as he grabbed a towel and mopped up his face and the table. All he said was, "Really?" Yes Princess, really. You have had that coming for months now. You know, and I know it.  I replied, "Sorry mom for getting the table wet, I just really needed to do that." She said, (and I love this) "It's okay, I get it."

Princess quickly regained his composure, made a joke, and resumed the conversation. He is an agreeable gay afterall. He knew that he was lucky it was just water.