“I have the perfect guy for you.”
“No.”
“But, he’s a poet. And you’re almost a writer.”
“A poet? Ew! Wait, unless ‘poet’ is a new euphemism for ‘rapper’?”
“No, it’s not.”
“Okay then.”
“But?”
“I said, ‘ew’ and I stand by it.”
“No.”
“But, he’s a poet. And you’re almost a writer.”
“A poet? Ew! Wait, unless ‘poet’ is a new euphemism for ‘rapper’?”
“No, it’s not.”
“Okay then.”
“But?”
“I said, ‘ew’ and I stand by it.”
Sensitive, whiny people who are constantly searching for the meaning of life don't belong together, right?
5 comments:
LOL.
I dont know, maybe they do. Then you can both cry together and borrow eachothers skinny pants.
I'd rather cry by myself emo-stroking the liner notes to Romulus, thank you very much.
Actually, that's not half-bad...
Let me see if I understand correctly, there are still people who make a living writing poetry?
Actually, much better if poets stick together. Leaves the rest of the population available to the rest of us. :)
Hehe that post made me giggle...
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