"Never" trust a "bitch"

 "--you know," my buddy Brian says. "She was the one with the boobs."

I nod, vaguely, then pause.

"...boobs?" I ask.

"Yeah," he says. "When we walked into the house, she was the one with no shirt on."

Another pause.

"...there was a woman with no shirt on?"

"Yeah!" Brian says, staring at me with something akin to amused horror. "You were talking to her! She had her boobs all...just...THERE. NAKED. BOOBS."

I stared at him.

"I totally didn't notice."

Brian sighed and put his hand on my shoulder. "Rosemart," he said. "You are SO heterosexual."



On that note, I found this fabulous piece of graffiti.

I would dearly like to know what the quotation marks are trying to imply.

Trust "no" bitch, my friend.

Words to live by.