Rick and I were drunkenly filling out brackets for March Madness last night. He picks based on the actual team’s record, I go on instinct with a strong preference for funny mascot names and with a bias for Pittsburgh teams. When we were finished, we compared brackets and discovered that although we had some wild discrepancies as far as who was getting to the Sweet Sixteen and Elite Eight, both of us had Pitt and UConn going to the final with Pitt winning the whole thing. I proposed that since we were projecting the same winner, we make our bet based on who had correctly predicted the most winners overall (I am up one at this point, because I said Morehead was going to get in and they did). Rick agreed, then we had the following conversation:

Rick: So is this for money? We’re betting money?

Julie: No. If you win, I’ll be your sex slave.

Rick: I like that.

Julie: What do I get if I win?

Rick: You’ll be my sex slave.

Julie: That doesn’t seem quite right.

Rick (with a leer): Oh, it’s right.

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