Boys Are Made Of Slugs And Snails

(I’m lying in bed with my boyfriend, and he’s telling me about building a shelter for the night as part of a scout troup thing.)

Boyfriend: “… but maybe I shouldn’t have used that bark because I woke up with like 40 slugs all around. On the shelter, my sleeping bag, everything. I mean, if it had been you that crawled into my sleeping bag during the night it would have been great. I would have stayed there all day. But not the slugs. I like you more than 40 slugs.”