So NOW i'm the Acorn pimp?!

Another painful highlight/lowlight of what "conversation" I'm forced to endure with Dipshit went something like this tonight:

Dipshit: (as he delivers the Post from his room, where he'd just been chuckling wildly, to the adjacent living room) "Hey, remember that story last week about Acorn?"

Me: (crying on the inside as I'm forced YET again to feign the most remote interest in the INSANITY surely about to emanate from his mouth) "Yeah."

Dipshit: (grinning) "You weren't the pimp, were you, Gary?" ("HEH" laughter sounds) *Makes some inaudible comment seemingly about "where I've been."

Me: (INCREDULOUS, desperately trying to maintain composure at COMPLETELY INSIPID comment: "(briefest of fake laugh) No (turning away to fake busywork on the computer), I can assure you I was NOT caught on the Fox News Channel last week....(trailing off)"

Dipshit: (now safely back in his room) more "HEH" laughter sounds.

**END OF DIALOGUE**

What. The. Fuck?!?! This is the most he's said to me (thank God) in quite some time. Has he missed talking to me? UGH.