Stan's POV
I hate talking on the phone.
Period.
Yet here I was, "babbling" away to my fucking girlfriend about what color shirt she should wear tomorrow.
Like the fuck I care.
Seriously, what does me, a guy, care about what color shirt you're gonna wear? I'm not the color police. But after five minutes of annoying shit I tell her "Purple." Seemingly that was the wrong thing to say she rants about how the color purple makes her look ugly and fat. In the most sweetest voice I could muster though I say,
"The color purple brings out your eyes and your face. I love it on you. Wear it."
She then tells me I'm sweet and says she'll wear it tomorrow just for me. Yipee. I bid her a goodbye and hang up my phone.
Did I tell you I hate talking on the phone?
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