David frowned at the computer screen.
“Why is that so funny?” he muttered under his breath.
“CHRIS?” he hollered.
“WHAT,” came the reply from the back room.
Bunny stumbled into the the room, face contorted in a sort of silent, internal screaming, kind of laugh.
“David…….i can’t…….what?” was all she could get out before crumpling into fits of giggles again.
“What? What is it? Some fan asked about it and i told them that i’ve never done drugs or orgy related things before. isn’t that what it means?”
At that Bunny had to leave the room or she’d never be able to breath again.
“Fine i’ll look it up myself,” he said, rolling his eyes. Really, why could it possibly be so funny.
Several you tube videos later, Bunny watched as he silently walked into the kitchen, poured a glass of limeade with a look of horror on his face, and face-planted onto his bed, where he stayed for at least two hours.