Talk:Alp/@comment-26376061-20160723153019/@comment-26097222-20160731014441

"God dammit Billy!" -- The only possible thing to say. Anyone who knows Billy will understand completely. (Incidentally, I knew someone like Billy when I was in high school, only mine was named Brandon). The only sensible thing to do -- from simple sanity, basic decency and retaining my rights to my Man license -- is to get her a bath robe, gather up and wash her clothes, and have a little chat with her while the clothes wash. Topic of chat: "As far as I'm concerned, we're still friends. The only thing that has changed is that the idea of 'friends with benefits' has stopped being inherently creepy, but that is up to you, I won't push.  Now, your clothes are in the wash, and once they're dry, what you do next is up to you.  Were it me, I'd go over and TP Billy's house, maybe punch him a couple times, but I leave it up to you."