B is for Brad

“Brad, how many times do I have to tell you not to leave your clothes lying around on the floor?”

“Can’t you see I’m busy?”

“Don’t take that tone with me.”

“Easy dude, keep your hair on.”

“Funny. Real funny.”

Brad rolled his eyes and closed his laptop. “Great. Now you’re mad at me again.”

“Hell, if you would just clean up after yourself once in a while-”

“I do, most of the time. It’s just that I’m real busy at the moment.”

“Jerking around is all you’re doing.”

“Karma will hurt you if you don’t leave me alone.”

“Like I’m the one in the wrong here.”

“Might I suggest calming down a little?”

“No, I will not calm down.”

“Oh come on, it’s only a couple of clothes.”

“Please, it’s nearly your entire wardrobe.”

“Queer how it’s only actually a couple of things.”

“Really, it’s a pigsty.”

“Surely you can see it’s not that messy?”

“Take a hike if you’re not going to clean it up.”

“Up yours Col.”

“Very mature.”

“Won’t you just give me a break?”

“Xantippe, I am like Xantippe.”

“You’ve actually heard of her?”

“Zero in on the mess and we can go out.”

“After I’m done talking to Mike.”

“Brad, you ass. Fine, just hurry up.”