Background: Charlie spent the morning tooling around, her left pajama leg pulled up. We pulled it down again and again, but each time her surprisingly sculpted, incredibly delicious calf exposed itself. Or rather, she kept exposing it. 'Cuz she's tough, yo.
J: What did you call it?
M: Her hard core street look?
J: It has to mean something. (click, click, click on the computer) Yep, it means she's in a gang.
M: I hope it's the Latin Kings.
J: (more clicking) I don't think gangs have websites.