“…and I’ll be 65 and retired,” Henry was saying.
I laughed. “You? Retired? You’ll never get to retire. We’ll be living in a goddamned porta potty by then.”
“Oh please. Like you’ll even still be with me then. You’ll be 40 and flirting with younger guys. Whore.”
It’s funny because it’s true.
And then Chooch was talking about the ice cream shop he supposedly opened “down by Giant Eagle,” and Henry goes, “What do you say to your customers? ‘I hate you, what do you want?'”
Chooch paused in consideration and then said, “Yeah. Douchebag.”