I thought Chuck Martino had trademarked that term.
Or maybe Rob’s just talking differently to me these days now that I’m outside the circle of trust.
I call Rob Monday afternoon.
Luke: "Aren’t you in Vegas?"
Rob: "I’m back, bro. I’m going again tonight for the dancers’ convention."
Luke: "Why?"
Rob: "To pick up hookers."
Luke: "Why?"
Rob: "For the agency, bro."
Luke: "Any scoop?"
Rob: "Nothing cooking this second, bro."
Luke: "How’s Lea treating you?"
Rob: "Not too good. We have to beat her to death. Maybe have her stay with you for a while. You’ll straighten her out."
Luke: "I’ll whip her into shape."
"What did you do this weekend?"
Rob: "Had a little barbeque yesterday at the house. Friday night I went out and had a few cocktails. Saturday I was hungover from Friday. I’m drinking too much."
Luke: "Did you have sex with people that you regret later?"
Rob: "Sometimes. Only when they’re fat and smelly."
Luke: "So who’s your number one girl?"
Rob: "You."