“The Man with the 132-lb. Scrotum,” he read aloud, “is on.” He turned to me. “You wanna watch it?”
I shuddered and gave him a dirty look, one that clearly conveyed my disgust with him. “No!” I said, hoping that the tone of voice I’d used would make him feel ashamed for even asking me.
Instead, he held the remote questioningly in the air for a moment.
“Okay, maybe for just a second,” I conceded.
“GROSS!” he said, laughing. “I was just kidding; I'm not watching that! What the fck is wrong with you?”