Russian Roulette

Today while sitting in a chair tying my shoes, The Mister bent over to tie his. His ass was up in the air right in front of my face, so I poked his right cheek.
“You’re playing Russian roulette, little girl. I’d be a bit more careful where you’re poking ‘cause I just ate a bran muffin… it’s a dangerous game.”
After yesterday's A.D.T.'s, I agree.