breakup dong

W. and I were talking about breakup power ballads a few nights ago - the stuff you blast on the stereo those first few days/weeks, in a desperate, indignant grab for validation, empowerment, and confidence. Oh, is that just me?

Anyway, the next day, I texted him (edited slightly):

Me: Pink has a new breakup dong. Blow Me One Last Kiss.

Song not dong.

Though a breakup dong would prolly be hella awesome.

W: That would be awesome. Not to mention handy.

I should keep one in my beside drawer.

Me: On the bible.

You could call it the King James.

W: IN the bible. Cutout compartment.

St. Peter.