Me: "Did you perchance wash your body hair down the sink?"
Bam:"Maybe just some pubes..."
Me: (with a look of disbelief and disdain)"You clog the drain with pubes, and I have to brush my teeth in the kitchen. What are you going to do about it?"
Bam:"Nothing. What are you gonna do about it?"
J:"I'm gonna BLOG about it."
This hairy domestic dispute could be solved with a bottle of drano, but Bam Bam had better ideas. "If you blog about my pubes, I'm going to block you from your blog with a firewall!"
This gave me pause. I've often joked that one day I'm sure to be fired from my own blog (and I'm sure there are several in the blogosphere who would love to see that happen), and Bam Bam's threat could do the trick. Let's see if he's got the (hairless) balls to follow through.
Meanwhile, I continue to pester Bam Bam with utter shock and horror at his having manscaped into the sink, and he only answers that his behavior in a private bathroom is nothing compared to the havoc I perpetuate on the public streets of new york city.
To prove his point, Bam Bam produced blackmail iphone photos he took that night I tackled him along Fifth Avenue. And because I fully support photographic blackmail from blackouts, I present them here.
By the way, I still have a bump on my forehead from that night.