I woke up in the middle of the night and heard Erick talking.
I was like, SERIOUSLY? A phone call in the wee hours?!
Then I noticed, his phone is on the night stand.
I asked him, “Babe, who are you talking to?!”
Closed eyes, he answered. “Charice (Pempengco)!
I laughed and said what the fuck! I asked him another question.
“What are you guys talking about?!
“Two-door cars!” said Erick.
Lesson. Don’t eat a big ass Fried Chicken for dinner to avoid dreaming about Charice Pempengco and two-door cars.
Ugh, so timely.