Rex tells me it's time for a makeover. "You've been wearing that pathetic pink shirt since I've known you."

So we take a cab downtown.

Nothing here interests me.
Rex considers a belted navy top.
But settles on some black french boxer briefs.

He finds me out at the swingset, "... so I tell her to watch TV while I make fishsticks, right?..."

She's all over the story.
I tell Rex I think my biological clock might be ticking. "I want to push my own teenager in my own swingset one day."

He goes home alone.

And I get mugged!

 

 

Police!


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