I thought Whore was being nice, "you know, since we're best friends and all . . ." I'll pause here, to tell you that I was *hoping* to offer to play wingman for a night, and get me laid.
She finished with, ". . . I think we should take out a life insurance policy in your name, and name me the beneficiary. you're old, you're going to die soon."
When I told her about my initial thought about how she was to finish that statement, she said "I would love to take you out to meet women, but it's 4pm on a saturday. Everyone at the nursing home is already asleep."
Oh, she also offered to buy me a Rascal for my birthday.
So as of now, I'm taking suggestions. Revenge ideas. The Whore shall not live this down. Leave them in the comments, and we'll see how it goes.