Last night I was doing something I do extremely rarely these days i.e. sitting in a live, dynamic lesbo chatroom. I really should have logged the chat, but it’s only just hit me now, at lunchtime the next day, how funny it actually was.

One of the chatters’ avatars was an ass (not of the donkey variety) with a smiley face (badly) drawn on it. Someone commented, lots of people asked whose ass it was, I said, “Crumpet your avatar is scaring me,” and in bits and pieces, the story followed … Now, I tend to assume that naked avatars in lesbo chatrooms belong to trolls, but this one had to be a genuine lesbian. I’ll explain why.

She had six months to go on an apartment lease with her ex – who wasn’t her ex when they signed the lease, of course. Clearly the breakup wasn’t entirely amicable and it sounded as though the atmosphere in the apartment was one of those you’d need a particularly sharp knife and some elbow grease to cut through. The ex had also moved her new girlfriend into the apartment and Crumpet was, to put it mildly, not very impressed. So one of Crumpet’s friends had dared her and she’d accepted the dare. She’d waited for the ex plus her girlfriend to leave the apartment one evening and she’d drawn the face on her ass with her ex’s lipstick.

It would have been even funnier if her ex girlfriend had been in the chatroom too.

It was a whole lot less sordid and more amusing than the old “clean the toilet with the ex’s toothbrush” gag anyway.

Dyke drama – you gotta love it.
Sometimes.