I remarked, "She's a little flat."
"I don't think so."
"Yep, she's flat."
"She's not flat."
"You are tone deaf. How would you know if she's flat?"
"She's just fine."
"I'm not talking about her boobs, you eejit."
"Oh. I knew that."
A special note to The Lubricator:
Beware the Ides of March.
Speak up now or commit to another year.
Azaleas spilling over the deck rail.
More spring blossoms tomorrow.
3 comments:
Wait, I thought you were Little Caesar...
Gotta dash. My asp is hissing.
what about Kevin:
"Parth time loverth....dodupdowahwah..."
I wasn't sure how to write with a lispth....
I'm not sure about all that ides of march stuff and doesn't Little Caesar make pizza?
You writhe thwell withhh a lithhhp. :))
W4D and I have a little promise we make to each other every Ides O'March which keeps us from well, that's a secret.
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