tea_bag tender_square “i’m going to have a cup of tea. want one?” i offered. “sure,” annaliese was eating her bagel sandwich at my kitchen counter. “what kind are you having?” i reached for the container in the cupboard nearby. “vermont maple ginger. it’s so good.” “hmmm, the maple interests me but i’m not sure about the ginger,” she said. “can i smell your tea?” “of course!” i brought the box toward her. completely straight faced, she instructed, “put your tea bag on my face.” and how we cackled. recovering from laughter she said, “i love that you get my sense of humor!” annaliese has been known for being crude with friends. when we used to work at the thrift shop together, we’d sing the theme song from "shaft" and add “of the penis” to the end of the chorus because we’re five. the pictures i have of this girl over the course of our friendship include her licking the tip of a dick straw on her 23rd birthday, her holding a pair of ceramic hands against her breasts and making a coy face behind a dutch door at work, and her splayed out on a bed as a flapper for halloween, head thrown back in orgasmic bliss as i’m dressed as prince throwing money on the bed like she’s my whore. “yeah, girl!” i smiled. she's been my pal for seven years now. “it’s ’cause we have the same sense of humor.” 211217 what's it to you? who go blather from