"HHL Flowers, know you were thorn to be wild—"

"Hey! You've never actually mentioned what HHL Flowers stands for?"

"Helga's Hooker's Lips."

"What?"

"Helga's Hooker's Lips."

"Right."

"Yup."

"... okay, no. What?"

"Jeez. Let's just say Helga's a unique person. She didn't think heather's or even hibiscus's did her justice."

"Huh? But what do heather's and hibiscus's have to with hooker's lips?"

"Uh? They're both flowers?"

"Makes sense."

"Yup."

"Okay, no. Wait. Why do you answer the phone HHL Flowers?"

"Damn, should i just give you my life story while I'm at it?"

"Yeah, that might work. Continue."

"Whatever. Basically, her daughter persuaded her to rebrand as surprisingly not many people wanted to buy their flowers from a porn shop. For an old lady, Helga, put up quite the fight, thus became the abbreviation HHL Flowers. Happy?"

"Quite."

"Fan-fucking-tastic."

"Actually, no. One more question."

"Go away."

"Why would anyone name a flower Hooker's Lips?"

"Obviously it's a nickname. Their scientific name, Psychotria Elata, has less of a ring to it."

"But why?"

"Because they look like damn lips. Google it and stop pestering me."

"I can't, I'm in the bath."

"Don't phone me from the tub, you pervert."

"Why are you imagining me in the bath? Getting excited?"

"Excited about your rubber ducks and scented candles? Yeah, no."

"Hey! How did you know that! ...Pfft, and she calls me the pervert."

"Big Dick, I think you need to ask yourself why your mom thinks you're gay first."

"Why do you get to call me Big Dick when I don't even know your name!"

"And you never will. Phone me back if you ever actually want to get around to ordering some fucking flowers. Or on second thought, phone somewhere else."

COPYRIGHT © 2017, 123itsmeee, ALL RIGHTS ARE RESERVED TO ME.