I'm texting you. It's six in the morning. You're calling me but I'm not quite apt to answer. I've been out all night. Rather, we've been out all night. We are not quite on the same page. I want you in my foxhole. You're sweet, but it's raining. Big red smooches on you neck. Get lost in your bowl. Brit by ways of Pennsylvania: I'm morally bankrupt enough to slam you out, too.