Give me beer I want a mess

Last night I told Boyfriend I loved him and asked him how his day was.

"It was okay, but that professor of mine can be such a bitch," he said. "One minute, she loves what you're doing. The next second, she's biting and snapping. But I guess I'm used to that," he said.

"HOW DARE YOU IMPLY THAT ABOUT ME??" I said glaring, before realizing he may have been referring to me sexually.

Although probably not, score another one for doorstep wit.